Maybe all I want is to speak and be heard.

Everyone speaks past me--around me.

I speak to myself.

How are you, Isabella?
I am broken.
Well. That's a stupid thing to say.
I know.
How did you feel when the student stopped listening to you and began a conversation with a friend.
I felt alone.
Do you often feel alone?
Yes.
When?
I feel most alone when I am looked upon by the world.
What kind of an answer is that?
A small one.
Tell me what you want?
I want you to love me.
Why would I love you?
Because you're the only one who can.
I feel powerful.
I hate you.
I hate you back.
Remember playing baseball in those sand dunes that summer?
Yes, we all got spurs in our feet.
Yes. It didn't work.
Remember eating the shark?
Yes.
Remember the flavor?
Yes. I remember exactly how it tasted. I remember the heat coming off of my body. I remember feeling very clean and very happy.
Is that the way you want to feel?
More than anything. Will you help me?
No.
I wish I could fly.
You're ridiculous. You waste time with this imagination. Why can't you just be in reality and be satisfied.
I don't know how.
Learn.
I don't know how.
Everyone knows there's something not right with you. That's why they talk to you the way they do.
I want to be right. I want to do something well. I want to care about something.
Do you care about me?
No, but I want you to love me.