as i trundle home on the train, im surrounded by people mashing buttons on their PSPs, listening to music i hate. i want to play and listen to songs that even the blokes selling guitars have never heard of, i play sports that people think are fake. why wasnt i born in a different time, in a different continent. why am i imprisoned for the rest of my life and for the next two years of my life. what did i do wrong. why cant i honestly enjoy what everyone else enjoys. am i subconsciously making my life difficult somehow? or is it just me