I've gone through managers like people go through shredded wheat. Nobody looks after you.
You say: 'Oh, please forgive' You say: 'Oh, live and let live.' But sorry doesn't help us. Sorry will not save us. Sorry is just a word you find so easy to say (so you say it anyway). Sorry doesn't help us. Sorry won't protect us. Sorry won't undo all the good gone wrong.
I normally live in Los Angeles, if you can call it normal living.
I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.
Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?
It was probably nothing, but it felt like the world.