“Women want to be with me. Men want to be like me. I suppose some men want to be with me and some women might want to be me as well.

It’s plausible some women or men want to be like me and be with me. Like, at the same time. Can I blame them? Not really. Is it incestual? I don’t know. It’s sick, really, but in my case, I understand them. I’d want to be me if I wasn’t me already as well. I don’t want to be with me though. I want to be with someone else. Someone else like me. Or even just someone who wants to be with me. Because isn’t that all we want? To be ourselves while wanting to be ourselves while being with someone who doesn’t want to be us but wants to be us? Not at the same time though. But maybe. I don’t really know. I just thought it sounded deep.”