We go through this together. If you don’t like something about me, you can say so. I’ll only agree. I probably won’t change because I’m the purest form of a loafer you’ll ever know, but I’ll sure daydream about making an effort. I think fighting with people is silly because I don’t care about them and they don’t know it. 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, comes on a little too strong for my taste; a best friend I’ve grown tired of.