"What do you want from me?"
It was no good. I love women who can't fake it, but when you request a fake you should expect it to be all wrong. The first time she asked the question she meant it. If I could just remember her voice, the sincerity in her question, then I could write something truly amazing.
I want you to never fear me. I want you be able to point to me and say: See that guy? That guy has never been in a fight in his life, but if you hurt me he'll rip your nuts off with his teeth. I want you to inspire me. I want you to make me be a better man. I want you to make me read something worth reading. I want to want to read. I want you to help me.
My peg is the most giving, loving, caring, nurturing peg you can ever imagine. I want you to see that.
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug...
I am not a Creep, and I do not wish I was special. I do not want to be special, I do not want to be the smartest one in the class, I do not want to be the only person you've ever met in your normal life that has ever not had a drink of alcohol.
I want you to help me find somewhere I fit. I want to feel acceptance and camaraderie.
"You and I...we can talk."
Well I want to talk.
I want you to call me because you need to talk. I want to be there when other people's wagons are exploding. I want you to understand and be able to explain it to everyone else.
You make me hard, when I'm all soft inside, I see the truth, when I'm all stupid-eyed...
I want you to trust me even if you don't understand. I want your help creating something more amazing. I want to hold your hand again. I want you to explain to the only person reading this who knows you besides me that it's okay that I want that. Really, it's okay. But I want support, I want to just be able to answer the question: what did you say? without feeling like I can't make him understand.
My blood wants to say hello to you, my feelings want to get inside of you...
I want to be able to be completely honest with you, I want you to be able to judge every moment of my life and understand that not only am I trying, everyone is. I want you to take all my great ideas and match them with anyone who has the ambition to turn them into a reality that makes me filthy, filthy rich. That way I'll have more time to write and I won't have to get ready for work.
If you can't give me what I want then I want you to find me a woman who can, but most of all I want you to know that don't expect to get much of what I want, but I'm willing to trade heavily for the things you do offer.