You . Yeah, I've known you a long time now, eh? But guess what, nobody cares that on the inside you're thoughtful, and want somebody to love. Nobody gives a shit that you're not like other people. You think somebody wants to waste their time looking at your creative trash? You're the same filth as the rest of us, stop trying to be unique.

Why are you still alone after all this time. Why are you with somebody who doesn't love you. You are unwanted. You are ugly. You are not anyone. Does anyone really know who you are? What's the point. You may know everything, but since nobody cares, a bullet between your teeth would get the same attention. You're too young, too smart, you're too good, you're still nothing, and as nothing you will remain, until the day you meet that special person who gives a shit. They will understand you and you will be at peace. And on that special day, I will be there, lurking in the shadows, and I will shed a tear because I too know you have found meaning, and as the tear is realeased, like a baby from it's mother, from my eye, you will hear the last gunshot of your life.