It all started when I was a little boy. As my fifth birthday approached, I grew more and more eager, wanting more than anything for it to come so I could celebrate it and get presents and cake and...
Uh-huh, right.
Five hours later...
...and then I thought that maybe the next day would be better but it wasn't so I went away for a week but nobody noticed my absence. That's why I'm now paranoid that the whole world is ignoring me.
Mmm, I see.
So can you help me?
Oh, were you saying something? I was drawing a picture of a bunny.
