wait wait wait, lemme go back a bit. Who are the one's that are telling you things? Are they your friends? Have they been there to hold you as you cry? Have they honestly listened to you, and cared about what you have to say? If they are, then by god they have truly revealed their inner-being. Or are they mere faces that spark a recognition? Tell me these things. Most of the time, people that you cannot call your friends, don't give a shit. I can think of many people I know that I hang out/party with, but I could really care less if they happen on hard times. Human nature finds humor in other's suffering. Case in point: The Jerry Springer Show. God if I could just give his writers a month of my life, he'd hit primetime in a week, I'm not immune from human nature. I laugh at the misfortune of others, but I do NOT cause it. Bah, I sound like I'm ranting... of course, on 2 hours of sleep for the last 60 hours, leaves a person some room for discussion. By the way, Pix... I came by about 5am, and no one was awake...