I don't feel insignificant, I just have a condition that makes it feel as if I'm not alive called Derealization. It's not that I feel insignificant, it's that each day I have to fight for a sense of what "real" is, and some days it's just very hard for me to constantly remind myself that this IS life and I just spend the day in my room trying to sleep of a day. It's pathetic really, but I've got too much talent to let myself slip into never-was. Some days it's too much to handle and I slip into my own pecimism, and picture a future where I'm going to be lost in sub-concious and I'm afraid I'm slowing slipping into insanity, but I can always count on tomarrow for a better today. Everyday is a battle, you win some and lose some but there's no such thing as a casualty in a battle with self unless you let there be. So I'm living.