I don't know who you are anymore, and I don't know which one of me I'm supposed to be when I'm talking to you. It kind of pricked me when I thought you'd be more inclined to come see me because I can give you pills, and then you might have to pretend you wanted to hang out so it wouldn't seem so obvious that you just wanted to get home and get fucked up, but then I remembered when I was like that and I wondered how many people thought what I thought and if That's the me you'd want me to be, well, I guess she's not too long gone, yes surely she is still around or else who is it that i've become??