It's cold outside, and your feet are stuck in the mud. And your shoes are wet, soggy. The heat is dry, but it's the only heat you've got. I'll take a step forward, now you take two steps back. There, see? The cord doesn't reach. Snip snip. Warm fur on your feet, now there's the real thing. Give me shit I don't need, and I'll do the same. And when we're done playing these games and wasting tons of time, money and shit can I go back to living my life? Can I wake up please? Can you let me go? Can I stop pretending? I don't want to try to make you happy. I don't want to answer the phone. I don't want to deal with anybody's shit. I just want to exist. I want to do things for myself. I want to be free from anyone's demands but my own, which are hers. What were my presupposed ideas but a means to erect a structure, based on societies blueprints and not my own? I need none of this. There is no reason to put up with anything. To settle with anything. To dream of bigger and better things and never believe that they can become realities. Make them realities. Bullshit. I say. Fuck this. I say.