Somehow, I get the feeling that all I’ve done I did because I wanted to be needed. That if I did something for them… then maybe, I’d have a place to belong… There’s a side of me that comforts itself like that. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to help. But, that doesn’t mean I really want to help either. It might not be ‘nothing’, but it sure isn’t the ‘whole’ either. I’d been drifting, led around until I met you, Elly.