And I really just wanted to be alone... And I could sense you might too, in some corner of some nook of your mind. But who am I to know.... I always want to be alone. Which is why I broke her heart and now she breaks mine in return-- because she hates what I did and do she hates me and herself.... And we all take it out on ourselves in one way or another.... Knife or needle or pipe or plague. It's all the same in the end-
I am not what they say,..
I am.