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I'm not sure how I got here. I don't wanna be here. Why do people go to such parties? They never get bored, do they? I wish I could be like them for one day. At least they let me in.

This girl is talking to me. But why? Why is a pretty girl taking to me? I'm not worth it. She's talking alot. I wanna strangle her. I can't focus. I don't even know what she's talking about . . .

I just stare at her. The hallucinations. The bunny is back. Right behind her, too . . . No, no no no, not her. I don't want her to end up with being just another silly person I made up in my brain.

What is she talking about? Does she know me? Does she know my name? Does she wanna know my name? Does she think I care? I barely care about myself.