It's Terrible To Have To

It Was Almost Enough To Make Me Feel Emotion.

It's Always Me, Isn't It? I'm Not Really A Very Nice Person, But For Some Reason It's Always Me That They Come To With Their Problems.

For The First Time I Could Remember, I Felt Weak, Woozy And Stupid— Like A Human-being. Like A Very Small And Helpless Human-being.

This Was Just No Fun. I Wanted My Brain Back.

Money To Me Had Always Been Merely Something The Sheep Used To Show Each Other How Wonderful They Were.