"I don't want beef."

"Its your favorate."

"It was." F 22 at 8th of a second, it was dark in the dinning room. "It makes me sick now. A cow."

"So chicken? You want mine?" F 22 at 8th of a second.

"No, a chicken."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Nothing."

"You have to eat something."

"I know, Just not right now."

"How Do I say this, I'm happy you are alright, so happy you'll never know, but your freaking me out."

"Really?"

"Yea."

"But I'm new, I'm happy."

"Alright, then I'm happy. But you have to eat. So what do you want?"

"Cheese."

"Cheese it is." He walked to the ketchen, to get me cheese, I feel lonely. I want to die. But I want to live. Another new feeling. If this newness dosnt stop soon, I'll start to feel old. I don't want to go back to school. I wated to go to Paris. Mabey Seto could have me home schooled in Paris. I would like that a lot. But, home schooling, and not at home, would be nonsence. So maybe just school here, at home. That would be good too.

"Cheese." Seto sat down a plate of cheese in front of me. I like the shade of it, F 22 at 8th of a second. I took a piece and put it in my mouth. He was watching me. "I have to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth." I looked at him. "Are you gonna try it again, killing your self I mean."

"No, the average Life expectancy in Japan is 86 years. That's 43 at the time of mid life crisis." Seto shook his head, he didn't understand the entire thing, I could tell. I didn't want him to understand. Because if he understood, he would in insane, and I cant have him be insane, I need him to be sane. "Your not gonna do it are you?"

"Do what?"

"Try to kill your self I mean, again" He didn't say anything. I don't think He knew, that I knew. He always wore long sleves, to cover up to scars on his wrist. "The razor, like the Blue eyes." She crossed his arms over his chest.

"It was stupid. I was stupid."

"Yes, you were."

"I was depressed and I was afraid."

"What if you had done it? What if you would have died? You would have left me alone. Are you happy about that?"

"No. I was younger than you, I was…"

"Insaine?"

"Yes."

"No, not you. Your sane."

"What? You think I'm sane?" I nodded. "Let me tell you something, I learned a long time ago that life is hard, harder for others than some. In This hard life, you have to manage. And the best way for me to manage is to be a little bit crazy. Maby it will be for you too." I stuffed another piece of cheese in my mouth. It was for me. He didn't undersand, but mabye he did.