Sugar Man.

I always wonder and wonder where I get the strength from to get up and face the world every single day. I try to find an answer to this question all the time. I guess I'm just a ghost wandering this cruel cold world in silence, isolation, quietly. Unwilling to success, I am not made for this world, which I absolutely don't understand.

Why I stand for, why I fight for, I don't know. And my days will probably come to an end without an answer.