Anthrats - Deranged? I think I'm a little beyond that...

"Look, I'm sorry I don't look respectable, or fully sane, or whatever. Maybe I'm not fully sane anymore. Starting to feel a little goat-y, you know? A little distracted, a little nervous around all these people and cars. Maybe that's just a result of how people have been treating me since... all this happened.

I just need someone to listen, and to give me a chance. I'm not well. I'm a fucking goat, for god's sake. And I'm sorry you're the person I've singled out, bad luck coming down this alley. But I need... shit, I don't know what I need. too much. Here I've been thinking about what to say for a few days now, and I guess I never got this far. Can I just... do you have like an actual room I can crash in for a few days? That's a big ask. Could you put me up in a shitty hotel, even? I need a shower, and a bed, and a few moments to get my head together. Then I'll leave, you never have to see me again, I'll bother someone else for other shit. I don't really have anything I can offer you in return, I never wanted to beg for charity, but I guess that's where I'm at now.

Can you help a girl out?"