I Have Friends When I’m Alone Honestly? never had that many friends but was fine with that. more than enough at least in my head. We used to fight. A lot. But now after therapy failed and meds too got thinking. That’s when it hit: they’re fish. My thoughts are just fish swimming up down round round all the same noggin. brain’s like one big aquarium so day stopped listening. Why should feed gremlins a goldfish stares?