This is a story about sociopathy...
How do I write anything at all without making it seem like I'm making everything all about me? How do I have thoughts or even exist, without relating everything to my own personal experience; my own perceptions? What am I, if I'm nothing except an audience member; an observer?
"You're out of tune!" shrieks the little girl, except she's wrong because the keyboard won't even play the notes out of tune - you can press any keys you want and the keyboard will *always* play in tune.
I woke up and I wanted to slit my own throat or to take an overdose. I need to go to sleep but I want to hurt myself. You know what? Fuck you. That's what - fuck you. It's not about you as much as it's not about me. It's not about *ANYONE* if you want to play that fucking game. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
I've had enough. I've taken enough. I've heard enough. I'm fucked off.