i live beneath the thoughts i form about you, don't you forget that about me. you have to be careful. it makes me ragged at the softest edges of my being. let's not talk about, but bring it up again and you're doing exactly what i wanted. i wish i had more voluntary muscles. my body is a bitter thing, and already i've had this for a while and it's worn a hole in me. but it's exactly what i wanted. this is exactly what i wanted.