"I can't tell where the darkness of nite ends and the darkness inside me begins. I breath in the black air. It is part of me as I am part of it. I breath it back out into the void and part of me goes with it. Mingling with the nite without borders or distinction. It is all the same emptiness filled with what cannot be seen. My solipsistic world expands and contracts."

Can anyone relate to feeling despair and misunderstood?