Hey, welcome to VT. I consider myself weird, an outsider perhaps, as well. If you ever need help you can PM me. I always seem to be able to help others, but never help myself. I feel I'm suffering, but why should I let others suffer? I still can't understand myself, but I can fully understand others. I hope you have a good time here, and in all reality, the hue of my ballon remains unknown, a paradox left unsolved, possibly to remain a mystery, never to be unraveled, until my mind can fully comprehend the hate and darkness that enshroud my soul with the urge to destroy everything, everything I've ever once touched, once loved. I'm lost inside myself, still wishing I knew the answer to the question, but what the question itself is, I still do not know. Sorry for all the ranting.