I don’t understand myself sometimes. I always want more than what I already have. I can’t ever settle for less. I always want better. Wanting to always experience something new, something different, and something worth the thrill. I can’t keep still. Getting into trouble and messing up everybody lives just come naturally. One day, I will feel like the luckiest dude alive, the next, I will feel like I dying. Sometimes, I catch myself chasing that paper. Sometimes, I just want to play chase with the girls. I really don’t get myself sometimes. But I guess it isn’t so bad.