It's Not My Fault Everybody Wants Me

I Was Always Depressed Growing Up. There Wasnt A Reason For It, I Just Was. I Was Sad And Morose. I Cried A Lot, I Wrote A Lot, And I Read A Lot; And That Was How I Dealt With It.

I Only Saw Fire And Chandeliers And Smoke. No People. Not The Room. Not Even A Time Frame. Do You Know How Many Chandeliers There Are In The South Wing Alone? What Was I Supposed To Do? Tell Everyone To Avoid Chandeliers Forever?

Yeah, You're Probably Right," I Admitted And Slowly Pulled Myself Out From Underneath The Covers. "you Know, I Really Wish You'd Catch Onto The Fact That I'm Always Right.

You Knew That She Wanted Me To Marry Somebody Else,and You Never Told Me?" He Appeared Confused By My Reaction. "it Wasn't My Place." "maybe It Wasn't Your Place As A Tracker, But As The Guy Making Out With Me In This Bed, Yeah,i Think It Was Your Place To Tell Me That I'm Supposed To Marry Someone Else.

You Don't Want Me Here, I Don't Wanna Be Here, So Why Am I Here?