Myself.

Hey.

Hey.

I don't know why I'm talking to you.

Probably because you're alone. And nobody else will.

But I'm not alone.

And yet here we are.

Guess you have a point. 

Nobody knows you better than I do.

So tell me. Why are things the way they are?

Because this is the way that life treats you.

But why?

If I knew the answer to that, you wouldn't be feeling this way, now would you?

I'm just upset.

About what?

I. Don't. Know.

Then how am I supposed to help?

Who said I needed help?

Well.. You are the one that's talking to yourself.