After a while she walks into the room, the pockets of her jacket filled with glue, into which she has stuffed her fingers. I am stuck. We all get sometimes. And then she smiles but I just can not read her mind. Sometimes her smile does not reach her eyes, and I am trying to say sorry. Do not lie. We all lie sometimes but not now. I change my outfit every day, I say those things that I think you would like to hear me say with you. Silly me. She lights a **** lag, and she sits down on the floor. Her face buried in that mass of hair. God I thought I knew her color... I don't. I don't know nothing so I look up but it looks like she has left worried that she's going to kill herself, but she just went to the bathroom and I laugh. We all laugh sometimes. Just not now.