I’m stuck in my bedroom. There’s a whole in the wall. That’s figurative speech, Of course. The wall is my heart. I’m watching another show. It’s about the life of some girls on tv. I’m trying so desperately to relate. After some episodes, I finally succeed. Somehow I make this about me too. Now I’m imagining how my own life Would play out for the masses. Would I be a fan favourite? Would he be the villain? Would I be?