If It Was Possible For Me To

Do I Have More Depth Than I'm Given Credit For? No!

My Parents Grew Up Working Class, But In That Way That Working Class Families Do, They Spent A Fortune On Education To Better Me.

All My Day Is Spent Dealing With Other People. When I Come Home I Like It To Be Empty. The Presence Of Others In My House Kind Of Annoys Me. I Love Coming Home And Shutting The Doors. I Feel Brain Dead. I'm Relatively Available, But Not To Live With.

Some People Think They're Depressed And They Go To The Doctor And Want Pills. And You Just Think: 'you Hate Where You Live, You've Lost Your Job, Your Boyfriend Has Dumped You, Could All This Be Why You're Depressed?'

I Don't Think I've Got Bad Taste. I've Got No Taste.