I am confusion. Whirlwind of various feelings. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad. Sometimes guilty, sometimes innocent. I don't know about me. That's the question: If I can not define me, who knows? Who will be able to understand me when I lose myself in my mind? Sometimes I think people find i'm confused. Sometimes I believe am crazy, but I don't wish to change anything in this mixture insole that is who i am. In the bottom of me, i like that.