She says not to worry about her friends, they’re just overprotective. You guys seem nice, she says, but she really doesn’t know. I feel bad for her in that moment, in her innocence. I want to tell her she should run. When she turns away I tell Jamie that she looks like the Joker. Jamie laughs and says he’s going to fuck her anyway. Sometimes I wonder that I don’t die for being me. I think that I should spontaneously cease for being the way I am. It never happens and I want to die for that reason alone.