Voice.

You make me hate myself. You make me fear myself. You make me hate every self. You make me FEAR every self.

I'm addicted to you. But I need it to go away. When I find myself truly alone, I find the addiction start to either dwindle away, or surface like an errupting volcanoe. Either way, I'm ADDICTED.

I would like to say it's easier once you get the hang of it. But that would be a lie, because to say it's EASY, would be lightening up the situation. Or making it far more dramatic than necessary.

I lost the note. I accidentally wrote love, but I meant lost.
It literally wasn't my fault though. THey asked, so I gave, then they lost! How on EARTH, my dear, could you have lost it!

Ouchyyywaawaaaaaaa!

'I would like a ONE WAY ticket on the Polar Express please?'

'ALL ABOARD!'