I'm like that episode of Breaking Bad about the fly - nobody liked me right up until the point that I died. But how do you suppose that made me feel inside? I literally wallowed face down on the floor and cried. For a good portion of my pathetic life I was scared to even try. I was too busy looking down to even know there was a sky. I always figured my best options were to either run or hide. "Boo-hoo, boo-hoo," they all cried. "You're gay and your mother is too wide." And there was me, too well mannered and witless to be snide, letting it all build up like the surging of a tide.
Simon says go to sleep,
The pills in the cupboard his daddy keeps,
Are all gone now with no regard;
Life's too hard and you're a fucktard.