What do I want to do for 5 days a week for the rest of my life?
Why should I tell you?
I should tell you because it's kind. But what do I get in return, nothing.
Maybe just a note from my boss saying they are letting me go because they need new faces.
What is it that I really want to do with my life?
I'll tell you that I want to be a doctor.
But not a healer.
I'll tell you that I want to be a teacher.
But not a savoir.
I'll tell you that I'll just let life pull me along.
But not that I am wishing that I make it 'till 21, so that It will be legal for me to go with liquids.
Why not?
You'd think I'm crazy.
Say that my path is therapy or hospitalization.
I don't want to be locked up forever.
I want to be free, with no limits.
But if I tell you, will you stop me?
Preventing me from being happy?
Because you're selfish.
You're greedy.
You're like every other one.
Where's my trust?
Where is mine, when you expect yours?
Like it's a favor.
Because you're greedy.
You're selfish.
Why should I tell you?
So you know my next step?
Why would I be that stupid?
Not again.
I did trust you, but you knocked down all my pawns.
You want to hold my hand now?
Tell me it's gonna be alright.
Promise me you won't do it again?
I'm not gonna fall for it again.
I'm staying ahead.
Why should I tell you?
Why does it matter to you?
Who are you.
