I am the son and the heir, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar, I am the son and heir of nothing in particular. So the people shut their mouths, and I do not know how they can say "I go about in the wrong way". I am a human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does.
There is a club people should like to go, where they could meet somebody who really loves them. So people go and stand on their own, and they ley leave on their own, so they go home, and they cry and just want to die.
