I used to enjoy being me. It used to be fun to see what my words could do. At some point I started to have to pretend, but I could push the disorientation down with Blaise’, Pansy’ and Theo’s laugh. If they laugh, it’s funny. I know I am vain, I am afraid. And hurting, that’s easy, and when Marcus laughs it means I’ve done alright. I am good.