You would just wait down town, if you would just wait downtown, I'll be there. No one tells a story like I do. Like I do. Like I do. Like I do with you. Obsession, or an idee fixe is a preoccupation of mind held so firmly as to resist any attempt to modify it, a fixation. No, no you can't be late. What will they say tomorrow. This bed, these pills are painting. They make me feel like leaving. I am not a nice person. Manipulative? yes. Nice? no.

I want to lie on my bed and stare down the folds of translucent sheeting that sweeps across my ceiling. The light trickled through it like a bride's face through her veil. Perfection and bliss come together like a beacon of hope that I might one day not have to stare in her face.

Tell me something new, something good, and something to convince me that I don't need you. People have this way of knowing everything. They take one short look and then move on. Don't.