8:226) Firth Drinkhart 04-JUN-98 18:58
Well I remember that still night. I was over, crushing a bad, pretty girl... misery seemed like a life of having what you can't want. Distracted, Something decided to go and find me, so an old friend of mind went to visit. Friends I didn't know were having him over, so I felt Somewhat - the Outsider. "What was wrong?" I asked when he saw me, and he said he felt lively about depression. He looked at me and said, "The life of a thing is wicked."