What is this? A joke, a game. The game of life, sounds about right. A sick, twisted, horrible game. How has this conclusion come to being you ask? Heartbreak. Heartbreak, betrayal, change, masks, hatred, wealth, poverty, etc. There are too many things to keep count. Who am I? (Do I even know?) How do I have the proof to say this? (Am I sure?) If you want to know, welcome to my round, my, game.