Don’t think it is justifiable to end up all alone, I did this to myself, forgive me; I know. I think within my world, and I live within my oven, I fill it with biscuits growing towards the gates of nothing. It’s sorrowful when you realize all you can do is express with words, I want to choose something else, yet I think of only awkward. I reverse to the beginning where life was before; I disappeared into thin air; I was prone across the floor. I become primitive, and boys become smart; they taught me that in school, right from the start.