Watch me.

It's a craving I can hold in. Haven't I always?

No, don't tell me I've been fine, don't tell me I was great. It only means that I have less reason to carry on. I refuse to believe your lies. I will not shed a tear the way you say I would, I will not care for them the way the world thinks I should... No one is worthy of my concern, that's what I'm sure of.

I didn't turn my back on them, they did. Before I did, way before that. Everyone does, and all I, or she, has ever been doing is crying herself to sleep each night. Pathetic I was, and will never be again.

You see, I don't need anyone to keep me going. It's me, that it's all about. I run my life and no one can come along and run me down. They shouldn't try because I'm not going to allow it, they won't be able to find no hole in this perfect plan, this protection, this armour. They would have to try really hard to break me.

It's all about protection. Self-preservation.