I listen to music, play boggle, lay on my bed with Tuffy, and sometimes venture out into the cold, cruel world, only to be harshly disappointed in the end. It's a cycle.
I dont enjoy meeting people. They usually ask questions that I don't like to answer, like "How are you?"
I like emo music. But you wouldn't know what that is because you are happy. I am not but I listen to music that lets me know that other people aren't either. Other people being unhappy is interesting.
I only rent movies because theaters are too happy. They hurl me into the pits of enjoyment.
I had a television, but I turned it off. Now I ignore it.
I read, but the pages blur with my tears. I can't remember the names of any of the books I've read. I don't like remembering things.
What makes a hero? Who is my hero? Do I need a hero? Do I want a hero?