I am wrapped up in my own imagination, I am looking for a new sensation. I am trying to find something to fill an empty space. I want to know if true satisfaction exist. I often have to settle for momentary pleasure, I am not sure how I can measure each experience against the next. What some call *******, I call getting by. Perhaps one day I will die. All I know is that I suffer from anxiety, unless I can find something to satisfy me. So I may appear normal to you on the outside, but I am what some people consider twisted inside.