I don't want to d.i.e, i'm not su.ic.id.al but I don't want to make Conjectures. Theorize. Believe. I want to know. What is on the other side. Because I Anguish. Distress. Agonize at the thought that this might be the only life I will experience. Because such a pathetic life does it feel. I'm not s/ui.cid.al but this burning curiosity, desire, is eating me from my very core...crawling consuming my being. Maybe there is in fact something wrong.