I'm 33 Still anger inside of me still people thinking i'm out of my tree still a shadow of my former self still painting stupidity still a slave to my Dell still not totally out of my shell still one step away from chatroom hell still the black and grey still the comfort zone still the change unchanged still a way to bleed my heart still my way to kill myself still the work in fours still you crazy kid still of what i did still of more what i said still the spikes in my head still the preferrred list still the phone call that hurts so much I feel sick I'm going to lay on my bed. even still the self indulgence of apathy.