roll credits.

and where do you begin,
When you have so much to say, but nothing much to say.
When you hurt so bad, but you don't hurt at all.

I don't hurt at all.

There is nothing like realizing you complained for so long about loneliness... when, somehow in your subconscious, you knew feeling lonely had to be better than feeling nothing at all.

So you took it, and you kept it, and you defined yourself with it.

Then one day, you're not lonely anymore. You're just... nothing.

You've made me feel nothing. At all.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS?

Clearly, I'm forbidden to understand.