I'm nothing more than someone trying to hold onto the remains of their shattered dreams, so used to the piercing pain of shattered glass beneath my feet, it made me numb, I'm the type of person who would instantly understand what's going on in someone's mind just by looking at their face yet, I can't seem to understand my own feelings, it's like my mind is completely empty except that corner full of complexity no one can understand... Not even myself... I'm often described as calm and cold...