I feel like crying.

Yet this Ittle mind of mine wont obey my commands.

"Cry already!"

"Make me feel better!"

"Think of something funny!"

But the Ittle Brain just sits in its little room up there thinking.

Just thinking and thinking and i want it to stop thinking!

Why must you think of all this silliness?

Things that could never happen?

Yet my Ittle Brain,

Finds a way for me to believe that these bad, silly thoughts could happen.

"No one really wants me right Itlle Brain?"

" I am really just a bother right Itlle Brain?

And the Itlle Brain just sits in its dusty room up there, thinking.