“Sometimes, you know, I just want to curl up and see if anyone notices I’m not there.
But I know time is short. Moping around wastes times. I always get attacks of paranoia. Big deal. Fed up of worrying what people think of me and they feel for me.
But I wonder what they do feel for me, though. Am I loved? Perhaps in somebody’s bedroom I am secretly fancied?
Probably not.”