Yep, you’re like a parasite, a weed, an ooze. Creeping, crawling, sliding, gliding your way into places you don’t need to me, and getting in the way of it all. Then making stupid displays of it like it matters, and us real people, us ones that are always there, get left behind, just because you’re louder.
Sometimes, I wish I had a guise that wouldn’t disguise the look behind my eyes from you.
Guess it’s back to room 3… Maybe…
Nope. I should never have listened.
This is going to be a fucked up night.
I hope I have an escape for this…
I need my friends.