Yes well, I'm not supposed to be on, but frankly, I could give a rats ass. I really do not care anymore, because it seems no matter what I do or how I do it. I get blamed. I get yelled at. My feelings get stomped on. I get trashed. I'm a fish in a tank full of sharks. No matter where I try to swim, I'll get eaten anyways. ~Kat Come on, oh my star is fading And I see no chance of release And I know I'm dead on the surface But I am screaming underneath