I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.

Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.

Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance.

If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer.

If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.

Character is fate.

Your room is not your prison. You are.