Can't think of anything.
Can't do anything.
It just keeps happening over and over again. This curse.
'Why do you want to go?'
I want to see him. Meet him.'
'He won't love you.'
'He acts like he does.'
'But deep inside you know he'll most probably say he doesn't'
'And all the things we talk about?'
'Friends.'
'I don't want to be friends.'
'It's what he wants to be.'
'I can't be sure.'
'But a part of you thinks it's that way.'
'I want to stop thinking.'
'But you can't. Why do you want to go to him? Why can no one ever come see you?'
'Because they can't.'
'So it means you can.'
'I could try.'
'Why don't they try?'
'They can't.'
'Why can't they try? Why you? Why?'
'Because I like him.'
'He doesn't love you.'
'I can't be sure.'
'And you're willing to throw everything away for it?'
'But I want to..'
'But you can't.'
'I can't because they won't let me.'
'Your family.'
'My family.'
'Those people.'
'Yes.'
'Why do you like him?'
'Because he's nice to me. He's kind, he knows what to say, he never judges me for how I look. He's so different from people here.'
'Just because of that?'
'He makes me smile. He makes me happy. I'm happy when I talk to him.'
'And you'll never find someone here.'
'No I won't. I'm stuck in this hell hole.'
'There'll be someone.'
'No. I want to stay in my room. Forever.'
'You can't.'
'But I want to... It's nice to know there's at least these four walls.'
I'm the main source of my pain, and I can't stop me.
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