I’ve
always wanted to be liked.
It
grieved me that I was treated with indifference.
Left
an orphan by fortune,
I
wanted—like all orphans—to be the object of someone’s
affection.
This
need has always been a hunger that went unsatisfied,
and
so thoroughly have I adapted to this inevitable hunger that I
sometimes wonder if I really feel the need to eat.
Whatever be the case,
Whatever be the case,
life
pains me.
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