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I was doing so good...I was a little good boy I swear...why does it keep coming back? I thought I was done with this...why does it haunt me so? why does she continue to make it worse? why cant I trust anyone to help me? do I even need help? can I handle help?

gah...*mumbles*...

"There's something broken...you just cant see it..."
if you want to know the real answer to the riddle for all of you out there who know me in person and read my walking stick over and over in frustration and still dont know the answer...the answer is everything...anything you cant physically see on me is broken, my heart, my hopes, my dreams, my mind, everything is broken...and I cant seem to fix it for good...

is it a cry out for help? maybe...I figured anyone who could solve the riddle would be able to help but so far all I ever got was stupid little snickers of the idiots who are to shallow to think of anything but literal terms and what they physically see...zombie copiers as my physics teacher would say...blindly copying what they see but really learning nothing from the world around them...thats the difference between them and me...I can learn to apply what I learn when they just get As by vomiting back out answers...this world is too screwed up...rewarding those who "seem" like they deserve it...seeing everything from only one point of view...it makes me sick thinking about it...this world makes me sick...maybe thats the source of my problems...