Why am I so often at the mercy of those who don't deserve to control my life?
Some of my troubles are so familiar, I know them by their first names.
My problems aren't big but it doesn't necessarily take a big problem to kill me.
The really great people are the ones who know how to make the little people feel great.
It's good to know that if I behave strangely enough, society will take full responsibility for me.
I never miss reality when I'm not in it, but it's sometimes nice to come back to.