it's an interesting place, i have that to admit.
i love talking but i've never hated it more.
"do you know why you're in here?"
i'm used to the question by now but it will never be useful.
how many addicts are going to tell you, no- i have no fucking idea why i'm here ?
aren't i here for the same reason that he's here,
and him and her as well?
probably, probably not.
a better question might be, "why aren't you out there?"
i was a brick wall. i was the girl who sat by the window.
i was lisbeth salander.
i was not a bad person getting good, i was a sick person getting better.
does that answer your question?
don't thank me, thank mr. tyler.
he couldn't have said it better under the influence.
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