Lassie's the only one who treats me right, like a liar, like a cheat, like trouble.
I enter the precinct, none of you 'detectives' can tell what's going on with me. The lies will consume me, my smile crumples; and nobody notices.
Its this life of lies that slowly kills me, that false monicker I put up for all your benefit. I don't think I'm okay, and I certainly can't keep this up for long.
Sometimes I worry if I keep moving on like this, I'll just crumble and nobody will be there to pick up the pieces. I know I'm nothing, I know its all just one big joke; but if I treat life like it matters, then I'll see how worthless everything I'm doing really is.
A disappointed father, a blind friend, an oblivious station, and a real detective. Lassiter knows what's happening to me, he isn't dimwitted like the rest. He can tell I'm slowly killing myself, my poor choices and actions. I guess that means everyone else will be shocked when they find my body, when they no longer remember me with that jaunty smile.
I'm slowly killing myself, the only one who is able to help me isn't willing. Nothing really matters to me anymore; but I still belong, don't get me wrong.
-thank you
