[Phylum]

I dreamed the other night that there was a girl sitting on a bench alone. People were standing, watching her but nobody would talk to her. All she wanted was for someone to be her friend. Why don't they like her? What had she done? She started crying and they just stood there. Who needs them, they're all bastards, she told herself, but she knew that she needed them. Without friends everything was going to just be horrible.

She didn't know what she'd done. Maybe she was just a bad person. Maybe nobody would ever like her again. It was her fault that she was in this position, so there's nobody to blame but herself.

Then I woke up. I think you can all guess what triggered that dream.