Some things get lost in translation, others just get lost. When you're alone it's sometimes hard to imagine there is actually anyone else in the world, especially anyone who would understand your voice of reasoning. Even as a child I never thought there was anyone who 'got' me or understood the way I think. As I get older I sometimes feel there are people who might understand. The problem is I don't know if they really understand or if they're actually just intrigued about how mad one person can be.