Yeah, my guitar. I sort of am almost the reason for my loneliness. I never have had friends mainly because I lived in a small community which had a sport and farming focused culture. Nothing like me. Now, I am attacked with hockey sticks and kicked to the ground. The people who do this are heroes to everyone else. I guess that's life because nobody cares about me or wants to help. Plus, I rarely am free from headaches due to being unable to breath through my nose.
I thank you for your enthusiasm, but no.