Look at us. We’re just like everyone else. We’ve bought into the same, ridiculous delusion.
You were just some boy who made me laugh at a party once, and now I loathe the sight of you. In fact, if you come any closer, if you touch me or anything, I think I’ll scream.
And you know what’s so good about the truth? Everyone knows what it is, no matter how long they’ve lived without it.