All My Songs Are Where I Am.

We Waste A Lot Of Our Lives Sometimes. There Are People Sitting Across From Us Who Would Make The Whole World Better If We Spent More Time With Them In It, But We Can't Get Across That Gully.

I Can Remember Being Eight Years Old And Having Infinite Possibilities. But Life Ends Up Being So Much Less That We Thought It Would Be When We Were Kids, With Relationships That Are So Empty And Stupid And Brutal. If You Don't Find A Way To Break The Chain And Change In Some Way, Then You Wind Up, As The Rhyme Goes: A Murder Of One, For Sorrow.

Over And Over Again In My Life, I Find Closeness To Other People And Proximity To Other People Really Painful; That's Part Of My Mental Illness, Social Anxiety. Closeness To Other People Is Really Hard, But It's Also A Shame Because It's All You Want Too. But It Doesn't Always Work.

There's People Who Think What They Need And What They Deserve In Their Lives Is A Lot Worse Than What They Actually Do, So They Get Themselves Involved In Things That Are Needlessly Painful: Brutal Relationships, Abusive Relationships.

I'm So Busy Trying To Breathe Through The Pain That I'm Breathing Through The Pain Of Being With People, And That Is No Way To Spend A Life. Eventually, They'll Just Go Away, Because You Will Make Them Sad. That's Something I've Proven Quite Adept At Doing Over The Years.