I’ve gobbled all the peels.i discard the fruit.i’m the only one left here and i’m a sour patch kid.something about here is making me hate me. somethingabout here is making me hate me. something i can’t putmy finger on. something i can’t put my fist through.it’s not like this is what i’m trying to do. it’s notsomething to prove or nothing better to do. no reasonto stay is a good reason to go.