I am not a child now. I can take care of myself. I mustn't let them down now. Mustn't let them see me cry. I'm fine, I'm fine. . I'm too tired to listen.
Even when I was a little girl, even then. No one could tell me why, no one convinced me. Through the cathedral, the high windows spilling crimson light.
Sometimes I'm happy, mostly I'm not. I like to be alone a lot. And I don't know how I got this way. Everything around me seems so crazy. My life is a rented hotel for the poor.