I am the kind of person who tries to hide his eccentricity well from others. I try to live my life by personal philosophies that I test and adjust all the time, seeking a idea that will make people who want to hear it happy. I am the unusual person from the crowd probably because I am what I say I am and I seek to eliminate "hidden agendas", I prefers being alone and happy in my own beautiful world than feel depressed by reality and its people, both of whom either bore or annoy me for being so sadly false. I have secrets just like everyone else that depress me sometimes, but those dark and embarrassing secrets is what makes everyone human; But what is a "human"? All sentient beings, perhaps? A miserable little pile of secrets, most likely... Someday, "God" willing I hope it will be safe to kill all secrets.