Deluding himself that he’s normal, isn’t that what she said the other night. So sick in the head you don’t even see what you’re doing to yourself. You’re making all three of us miserable. You little worm, I’ll fucking kill you. No, I wouldn’t, I wasn’t going to. I wish I was dead. Yeah, he says aloud. I’ll stay, I think I will stay. If that’s alright, I will.
