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I don't know myself.
I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feel and I don't think I ever really have.
"Fast food doesn't make people fat," he says steadily chewing away. "People make their own choices. Fast food restaurants are just bankin' good on the stupidity of Americans who choose to eat their food."
The fact that he does coke at all is more than enough to make it impossible to ever be atracted to him
What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?