"Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And forget this wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's just like breathing or not wanting to"

(But then a strange fear gripped me and I Just couldn't ask)

I.. am fragile.
Certainly insecure.
A good drinker, a bad drink-dancer.
A bad driver.
Someone who thinks too much.
I am entirely ruled by thoughts/emotions.
In too deep.
Alone.
Not very good at what I do best.
A classic cliche.
A lost person.
A wasted opportunity.
Emotionally fucked up.
Medicated.
Lost again.
Morrissey enthusiast.
Penguin lover.
Possesses an ultimate fear of moths.
Lost?

'Has the world changed, or have I changed?'

Why do I have to wake up tomorrow?

This is what you get...

We made love and fought a war with one record playing.

Just don't let anyone know who you are, then they can never hurt you.
It's easier to say 'You don't know anything about me' than to wear all their opinions of your soul.
Don't let anyone in your bed, then you don't have to smell them when they're gone.

“I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.” - Sylvia Plath

“Worker bees can leave.
Even drones can fly away.
The Queen is their slave.”

It took me a really long time to understand this. Maybe years before I discovered its origins.
Age is everything. Age is wisdom, understanding.
If I had of read 'Fight Club' at eighteen, there's really no way I would of understood it.
It has been about a year since I've read a book that has had this effect on me. Every line, every page shakes the reader/writer inside. Maybe the book knows the reader is broken? Maybe the book knows no one could have said it better, and maybe never will.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.