It's almost 1AM. I'm staring at the wall, thinking about how sad everything is and listening to Marlyn Manson. I have to go to work tomorrow, which means I have less than 6 hours left until I have to get up, but I still can't make myself go to bed. This whole weekend was so strange... Have you ever felt like you can't distinguish between your feelings and feeling of other people. Like... you know someone is angry, but you can't figure out if it's you or others, or both...