This is my bench, or whatever part of me that's supposed to have people in it. Everytime I think of a friend now, I have to imagine a face. Let someone come, I'm tired of seeking out, persuading people to come to me or stressing my vocal chords to have people look. Who's to say most of what I have now don't think I'm worth it. This is me, if nobody can fucking deal with that then no one will have to. Bugger off. I should just live in a derelict apartment in New York City, be bald, ugly, and sick with AIDS, and when I'm done, jump off the window to die."....there was one that looked like an electrified jellyfish..it was singing..might have been Greek..." -The Hours
