What do you want to know? There's nothing to tell, really. Often depressed, gloomy, neurotic, paranoid, restless, and too tightly wound for my own good, this journal is my therapy.
Some would say it's not working. You should've seen me... before.
Steely resolve Is falling from me My poor soul All bruised passivity All your regrets Ride rough-shod over me I'm so glad That we're strangers when we meet...