I've Gradually Grown More Comfortable With Who

I Was Racing Through Life, Utterly Confused And Angry. I Don't Know If I Was Out Of Control; It Was More Like I Felt Frustrated With Myself And Everything I Saw Happening Around Me.

I Find It Very Hard To Play A Part, Then Take It Off Like A Cheap Suit And Become Mr Normal - Mr. Nice Guy.

The Older I've Got, The Easier I've Found It To Accept Myself. I Think I've Finally Learnt Not To Beat Myself Up So Much.

I Haven't Got The Kind Of Discipline Where I Can Turn My Emotion Inside Out And Then Just Switch Off. It Affects Me Fairly Profoundly And I Don't Like Putting Myself Through That Kind Of Mincer Every Day.

I Couldn't Make Sense Of Things. But Then I Began The Process Of Civilising Myself And Trying To Become A Decent Human Being. I'm Still Working On It.