Things are gradually falling into place on top of me.
It's not easy taking my problems one at a time when they refuse to get in line.
I have nothing definite to apologize for; I'm just sorry about everything in general.
I have abandoned my search for truth and am now looking for a good fantasy
One good thing about my computer: it never asks why.
Why am I so often at the mercy of those who don't deserve to control my life?