Some how an old stuff dog became my only friend. The world is filled with billions of people, why am I alone? I am always ended up alone. The tall push over, that me. “Sorry, we don’t room in my car, you can take the bus.” No one will come with me. I guess I am an “only.” Only child, only person sitting at the table, and only one left. But I don’t want to be an “only.” I am to be people.
Now I am a singer, no an actress, or maybe both. Yeah both. They more people will love me... or hate me. No, more people will love me. I am the biggest paying singer/actress in the world after all.
What am I doing? I am not a singer/actress. Just a lonely “only.”
