I just don't know what to write. I'm just here, sit, listen, think... I backsound this moment with O by Coldplay. "Fly on, ride through..." Then here I go again, doing nothing but deep, deep, inside I feel something I can't even describe. I don't hate you, you, or you, or my life. I don't. I don't? I just don't know what you, you, or you, or my life, are. . . . Then I believe "not knowing" is the...