[Fail!Filter to Jude Harvelle] You know, sometimes I wonder just how many people in this city even know who I am. Not counting the dozen or so that I've managed to befriend, I mean, I bet I could probably count on one hand the number of people here who know my name, anything even remotely personal about me, and take the time to think about how it might be for me to look for their friends and loved ones whenever they go missing.
Sometimes, I want to wait until there is some major city-wide tragedy then tell everyone who asks to just look for people themselves and leave me alone. I won't, because it would be horrible of me to do, but I really want to.
And feel free to ignore this. I guess I'm just feeling a little sorry for myself or something. Stupid insomnia.