My inventory of people who can save me is down to just me.
As the stupidest person in the room, I always had the most to gain.
Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.
No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.
The weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.
The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.