I dont know if im running because i'm scared or if i'm scared because i'm running.

In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead.

As someone very sagely said during the parricide trials of the Menendez Brothers: anytime your kids kill you, you are at least partly to blame.

And I want out of this life on drugs.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall.

And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And i want to scream, what do you mean, how can I do this to you? Aren't we confusing our pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this to myself?