I love being home alone.

I creep on the neighbors …

I cry over things …

I dance like nobody’s watchin’ …

I go out for a drive …

I do things I’m not proud of …

I sit on the computer for 17 hours …

I eat anything I see …

I pretend to be the best dancer and singer in the world …

I cry some more …

And, then everyone comes home, and their like “What’d you do all night?”

And, I’m just like …

… Nothing …