On screaming and sleeping

...Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane, shoulda been my name...

I needed you. One of you. Any of you would have done wonderfully. I have been screaming at the top of my lungs, but the individual problems each of you are facing are apparently louder than me.

...I'm a little teapot, short and stout...

No wonder I'm still single. I'm a mess. An unattractive mess. I should have taken adorable as a compliment.

I'm tired of this. Damn it all to hell.

I. Can't. Be. Here. Anymore.

If you need me, I'll be in my turtle shell.