You think you're better? I see the way your eyes turn down, end of sentence, end of story, but that's just what I saw.. I feel like I'm begging, when I'm not..
I'll tell you "what" the message was and still is. They had some food sitting on top of something, and the big picture was like my dad would have stimulated me in bad ways. For some reason before, he asked more nicely if I had something to say after strangely asking "how I was."
Now, why don't you get those people for acting like I'm some strange fantasy of Ellen "telling an adult something," with a ball for a stomach and tilting my head up like I'm a snowman or something? She won't stop!!
