Everyone is against you: the traffic, the people on the street, the coffee that blows up on you. You've never seen art that you like, you don't like company and you don't like to be alone. You can't stand me.

I had a taste of coffee or chocolate or something that's gonna keep me awake tonight surrounded by the silence of the house.

Maybe one day I will be like those women that call themselves "Mrs", maybe i'll even wear flowered hats. But right now I want to be as far away from that as my own individuality allows me.

If i'm gonna be thought of in plural, I would like to be a herd, not a couple.