Lately, I have found myself feeling very Nihilistic and Negative, despite somehow giving the outward appearance of being sickeningly positive. So remember, when you get that sudden sense of Nausea every time I’m near, that the Little Ray Of Fucking Sunshine act is not for real. It’s merely your misinterpretation.
Mostly, however, I have been feeling Needy. I hate being needy. Needy, I loathe. I despise. Even the sound of the word makes me seethe and spit, as if I have sucked on half a rancid lemon. Needy is weak. Needy is not me. I am independent, strong, with a couldn’t-care-less attitude about everything and everyone.
Yes, that’s me. Not needy at all. Move along, nothing to see here.