I Wanted To Talk To Someone. But

But I Know The Difference. Everyone Else Is A Ghost. I Exist Here Alone, Stranded By Choice. Deserted.

Perhaps It's Not That I'm Frigid-- It's That Once I Decide I Like A Guy, I Turn Into A Raging Idiot, Unfit For Public Appearances.

I Want To Believe There Is A Somebody Out There For Me. I Want To Believe That I Exist To Be There For That Somebody.

It Still Might Be A Shock. To Realize You Are Just One Story Walking Among Millions.

[s]he Leans Into This Guy And Rocks Her Head Like I’m Making This Music For Her, When If I Could, I Would Take It All Away And Give Her As Much Silence As She’s Given Me Pain.