We go through this together. If you don’t like me, you can say so. I’ll only agree. I won't change, but I’ll sure daydream about making an effort. I think fighting with people is silly because they don't know I don't care. When you look at me, do you see anything more than a body? It’s ok if you don’t; I don’t either. That uncomfortable feeling you get when you’re somewhere you don’t want to be--don’t quite fit in--is the feeling I live with every second and it’s clingy, and comes on a little too strong for my taste: a best friend I’ve grown tired of.