Sometimes I think I spend my whole life trying to figure out where I fit in.

My moral standing is lying down.

I'd never want to be Gene Simmons, an old man who puts on makeup to entertain kids, like a clown going to work.

I've become impossible, holding on to when everything seemed to matter more.

And when the day arrives I'll become the sky and I'll become the sea and the sea will come to kiss me for I am going home. Nothing can stop me now.

Though I still have no semblance of a life outside of Nine Inch Nails at the moment, I realize my goals have gone from getting a record deal or selling another record to being a better person, more well-rounded, having friends, having a relationship with somebody.

I feel uncomfortable because I'm insecure about who I am.