where am i?

I'm lost on even who I am. Also i'm lost on my age, just look at that little box!! I'm lost on all sorts of meaning. Like what are people? who can be trusted? do friends exist? where am i? what is the meaning of life? is it 42 or a yellow triangle on a tuesday? why do we still have a elmocize dvd? why is A.K.P. so good at everything and why cant she leave me something to be the best at other than rereading in my grade? how is my science teacher so awesome? why are we always late to stuff? why did I wake up at 11 right when rehersal for Joseph starts? where the heck is our working paint? which way is up? what is right? what is life? is this all a dream? how high does a sycamore grow? why cant i do anything? am i having an emotional/nervous breakdown? WHYYYYY whhy? why is Inking trying to be a bird (she says "gpcaw")? why is it so hard to be good? why am i so lost on everything? am i like this because in 18 das ill be a teen? WHYYY 

There is no escape from the grasp of lostness...!

I'm so lost I don't even know what to write here, except look at my location/age boxes...  

I don't even know where I am in my cycle of lost and found, so I guess I'm lost. But knowing I'm lost would mean I'm found. But if I've found myself to be lost, am I lost or found? And if I were found, how do I know that I'm not actually lost? Well, if I've found myself to be found in lost-ness, then I guess I have been found. But where have I been found, otherwise? Because if I'm only found in lostness, than aren't I really lost? What does it mean to be found? What does it mean to be lost? What does it mean to be?

What's going on? Why am I here? Where is here?

I don't know what is who is why and how where pizza tastes good as well as pizza pringles.

Help?

Arctic says <aozfx> 

I'm as lost as I can be found. Even my Capcha is scared and lost. <eeeiy>

Oh you lost little lovelies... It's really too bad that you don't know when to stop~ Being lost is quite the dangerous thing after all, and no good will come from competing under its shadow. :)

I'm not lost.

...

Actually, I'm so lost I'm telling myself that I'm not lost because I don't know exactly how lost I am. But now I do know that I'm not lost because I know I'm telling myself I'm not lost, thereby proving (to myself) that I know I'm lost, so I can't be lost anymore because I know I'm lost. But I must be lost because now I'm telling myself I am lost, which is either true or not, or gray, which would be somewhere in the middle—the middle of what? The middle of a cookie always takes longer to cook, I suppose, although I don't think (I don't think, yes, yes that at leas must be true, but I digress) I'm cooked, or a cook, or Cook—no, that was the guy who fed his crew cress, sauerkraut, and citrus to keep them from having scurvy. I don't have scurvy, do I? Oh my, I hope not/knot. Which should be pronounced like kuh-not, as in canoe (kuh-new). Why do I speak English?? (Do I speak English?) It makes no sense. Japanese is better. Only now I've realized that English makes no sense, which means I should know something that does make sense, in comparison, only I'm not sure I do, because I'm either lost, or not lost, only if I've narrowed it down to two possibilities then I'm almost un-lost, which isn't a word—ill-lost, perhaps? non-lost? lost-nai, kudasai.

Oh well. Now I'm just confused :C 

I am lost in a good book. Can't go round that!