you're not listening at all. I guess I can't blame you for that. I find my voice to be annoying too. don't waste your breath, I'm on my way out but but before I go, just let me say, even though you've known it for a while... I have no backbone. spineless. obviously twisting and pathetically collapsing. I'm not making sense at all. I guess I probably never do. I find my thoughts to be unorganized. don't roll your eyes, you know that I never wanted to be anybody impressive. are you listening yet? Put youself in my position. how does it feel to crawl around? imagine yourself in my condition. how does it feel to be so close to the ground?