Fat Pants, oh Fat Pants, the time for honesty is upon us.
I have looked deep within my heart and what I have found there is not pretty.
It is, dare I say, a hotbed of deceit. A labyrinth of lies. Couched among good intentions untruths remain.
I must set free my spirit and find the path to honesty and enlightenment.
I used you.
I never wanted you.
I do not need you today.
I may never need you again.
And yet in spite of my complete distaste and disregard for your presence, I am uunable to release you from my hold.
I will not allow you your independence.
There may come a time, though I pray the day shall never dawn, that I will use you once again. I will manipulate your very fibers to my being. I will envelope myself in your presence.
And I will despise you for it.