
I'm a miserable human being who can't relate to others and is constantly lost inside of my own head, and find myself longing for a world of wonder and passion and truth while I am forced to dwell painfully in one that is mundane and insensible and cruel, teetering on the edge of ruin. Turning to substances provides escape and comfort but no relief from the constantly surmounting pressure, and the love of a woman is a thing foreign to me at this point in my life.