Last night, I had a dream. I think I was in the city hospital, in a coma. And I was aware that I was in a hospital bed, but I couldn't move my head to see. And there were people and flowers and I didn't want to be there.
Well, I really want to be with people, I don't want to seem green and lonely, but when I'm with them I want to crawl under a rock and be by myself. I can't stand the conversations. It feels like they all want to tell me what to do. Like they want only their opinion to be heard. And I can't stand phoney people and people who lie. I can't stand them and they're everywhere. I meet them wherever I go.
I can't take it anymore.