I thought I was happiest when I was with my parents. But you can't imagine how you are used to taking care of your parents and how you can safely give them methadone injections on time. I used to envy you for having a dreamer father who promised to take you on a trip to Jutland, but who knew that his biggest dream was to keep your corpses from decaying for a thousand years. I also want to have as many chocolates as yours under the bed at home, but don't want them to be eaten only after my mother twitches and dies. I don't understand why you don't cry, why you separate Barbie's head from her torso. It hurts instantly.
Did you know that traveling is the dream of many people, seeing the scenery along the way, going to the warm countryside, and living in a beautiful little villa. You have done it for us. How loud and lonely it is that you talk to yourself all the way with your father, don't you know when you put makeup on your motionless father that his body is starting to rot? I don't understand why you are so obsessed with dressing yourself up as an adult. You understand loneliness, we don't.
I was terrified to see that one-eyed woman with a necrophilia, and you're chasing her to be your best friend. You have a lot of friends who just don't have torsos. Only then did I know you were lonely. we are not.
Nothing is impossible. You are the protagonist of the fairy tale, there will always be beautiful moments, so you meet your captain, he shows you his submarine, he says you can't go without him. The one-eyed woman fulfilled her father's wish, made him a mummified corpse, and lived with you, you won't starve, that's the best part, and I'm really happy for you.
But your story is black after all, even though we are still reluctant to call it a fairy tale. You have to pay for loneliness, whether you like it or not. Your Barbie heads are thrown away by you one by one. You see, your captain still loves you, he shows you his secret, and... the black is finally over. bang. I knew right away that if we were lonely like you, we couldn't bear it.
My dear Rose, if you stood right in front of me, no matter how bottomless your eyes were, no matter how evil you became, I would give you a hug. In this world, apart from you, no one of us is qualified to be lonely.
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