I would be happy, I'd be so happy.. I'm almost sure...

But so many other people would get hurt, you know... that's what I hate.

And, and it's like there's some stupid sodding barrier, like some kind of demented forcefield. And I can't get to it, what I'd want.

And they've been so good to me, all of them...I'm so fucking stupid and they all still, well don't mind being around me. I'm such a bitch too, and they don't care. Well maybe they do, but... oh well I don't know. I love them because they put up with me.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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