I will always love the false image I had of you.
It's not easy taking my problems one at a time when they refuse to get in line.
You are what you eat, but eventually you become what eats you.
I was unemployed for a long time, but I couldn't adjust to the hours.
Why is the place where I want to be so often so far from where I am?
Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?