It sounded like bullshit.

My "best" friend's insistence on going first is troublesome yet comforting. I wish I could have emotional connections to others. I'm not even sure I could wish, we don't exactly have wells here. The silliness of her seriousness negates my heartfelt attempts of discussing my issue. Why do people have to be so dang human? Humans...pfff. "Mark I's" they are just as useless as I, a little less forgetful, but whatever. The new models are nice, though. I wish I was as sexy as them. The meds are wearing off, my lip hurts and I miss you. I've almost forgotten you, but I still keep the yoyo in my pocket to remember us by. I wish the past still existed. They say time is cyclical, but that's just a heaping pile of shit. Once the minute has passed I can no longer remember. I keep things to tell me. I count seconds. Seventy-six seconds ago I found this ticket stub in our pocket. I wonder where I went? Probably a Knicks game.