He wanted friends so bad, he used to follow people around.
Anybody, anybody... You go crazy for friends I know.
You go crazy for anything you want. But when you're a kid,
and you don't wanna be alone you go crazy for friends.
Fake friends. Any friends, drug friends company, joy. Sadness...
you get confused. People sad...people.
"I'm...sad...people...friends." Huh?
" Sad ?..Alone?..Friends?...Drugs?"
No friends, hi can I have a drug please? You need money.
Ok. i'll get it. Friends I'm too poor for drugs shut up!! Okay?
Poor?? Sad? Depressed? Yes depressed. Lonely?
Yes Sad? Yes No friends? Yes poor ? yes broken ? yes alone?
Yes. Confused ? yes. Help? Ok. Hurt yourself. What no!
Ok bye. Wait how?...Like this? Watch. Yes Find it? Yes Do you match us?
Evil? Yes. No. No? Sad...lonely? Does that make sense, pain?
Did you understand pain? Yeah. Fear?
Do you understand fear? Pain? Blood. Death.
Are you too afraid? Yeah. OK bye.
We don't need you. We don't need anyone.
We are alone we have blood, and pain,
and noone and we don't care. And we'll kill ourselves.
We're fearless but we hate ourselves.
We're company, but we have no friends.
We are scary and we are sick. And we know.
We are evil. But not all of us are everything.
You can pick one or two or all symptoms.
But our goal in life is to die. By suicide.
But don't kill yourself, but do.
Because that's the only way to escape this hell on earth.
