I don’t want to go back to my old life because I am so sick of it. Sick of it being so old and dying. Why won’t it ever be young and fresh and lively? That’s the way I want it to be or feel, even though I don’t always act like I care. I do care, so much, even though it seems like I don’t.
It is not my job to feel lonely
Is this the office of Bill Bates? Does anyone else know who that is? Ever heard of him? I have? I mean...eye halve ;-)