I guess he thought no one would care how he treated me, but they all did and talked amongst themselves about him. Now he looks old and like he’s been through hell. He likes to point his finger at me, and they all come running to comfort me. Or he pokes at some dense in the head bully to berate me, and then he comes running himself to love on me feeling bad. He’s like a plastic dummy doll whose head only automatically turns in the direction of dirt and its eyes blink only sometimes because it doesn’t want to miss a bit of attention, so must keep them open at all times. It’s why he never sleeps, literally. I’m so incredibly bored of it.
