Aren't we, aren't we just adorable?
Isn't it, isn't it ridiculous, ridiculously odd.
I didn't choose this role, and I'm not getting paid but I'm expected to memorize this script without flaw or hesitation.
Which is it;
the boy or the book?
The writer or the words?
I think I'm so desperate and then you remind me.
I swear to god, I'm through with this.
I am the best liar I know.
You hate hate hate, you break me down.
You bring me down, sooo so far down.
Until there's nothing left, hatred aside.
I just want to be me again, I want to be myself.
I HATE what you've made me.
What I've become.
Thanks to you.
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
