i think i feel a little lonely tonight. i know there is always the one i can talk to, but i feel like having company in the land of the living. i crave an ear to listen to me. i want someone who will care. i want reassurance, hey i guess i do have some teenage qualities (LOL!). if only there were one mortal who cared for the outcast, one of the delicate flowers in the sea of weeds. alas i've been stepped upon for many a long time, my pedals are fading and withered, the stem which held me high has bent. yet i continue to live, but for how long. how long before i am my own assasin?