The pity party.

It always happens like this: I say too much, I feel to much, I think too much. And when I try to ease myself of the burden of too much, my world crashes down. What have I done wrong? I do not know -- except for the fact that I played as myself, and that no one liked the character of me, so there's nothing else to do but kill it, make it drink some pills or have a truck run over it.

There are so many things that the world is telling me right now. But above it all, the loudest screams "You're too big for love!" So here I am, retreating to my corner that is small, acting small, and feeling very, very small.