What are you to others? What do they think you are? Why do you think they question you? I certainly don't know all the answers, but I do know that I'm just another one of 'them'. Them as in the people who skirmish in order to find happiness, to rid of all the people who are 'useless'... What is the truth? People are just... liars. Using each other as tools. Making me feel like the disgusting person I am.