Don't look at me in that way

I really hate shootings.
Well, here's a song I found yesterday that I liked for some reason. It's a little messed up, I mean...well you'll know what I mean if you hear it. It's super sad with a happy melody. It makes me feel a little weird. It's by Miku Hatsune, a vocaloid, so I apologize if you don't like the tinny robotic voice like my mom doesn't. I understand that, myself. But I've become a little addicted to it, nevertheless.

What is Misfortune?

Misfortune. What is happiness, really? The absence of sadness? No, I don't think that's correct.
What is sadness? The absence of happiness? No, I don't think that's correct.
What is darkness? The absence of light?
What is light? The absence of shadow?
What is luck? The absence of misfortune?
What is misfortune? The absence of happiness?

What is human?

Luggage in High Places

I do indeed like to sleep in high places, but at the moment I'm just plain annoyed. Stop treating me like luggage. Don't just dump me somewhere for your convenience. Especially this place. It's disgusting, and it smells horrible, just like that time.