I’m Not A Romantic, I’m A Half-wit.

Daniel Handler

I’m not a romantic, i’m a half-wit. only stupid people would think i’m smart. i’m not something anyone should know. i’m a lunatic wandering around for scraps, i’m like every single miserable moron i’ve scorned and pretended i didn’t recognize. i’m all of them, every last ugly thing in a bad last-minute costume. i’m not different, not at all, not different from any other speck of a thing. i’m a blemished blemish, a ruined ruin, a stained wreck so failed i can’t see what i used to be.