Go On Failing. Go On.

Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll Be Myself, In The End.

[t]he Syndrome Known As Life Is Too Diffuse To Admit Of Palliation. For Every Symptom That Is Eased, Another Is Made Worse. The Horse Leech's Daughter Is A Closed System. Her Quantum Of Wantum Cannot Vary.

Women Are All The Bloody Sameyou Can't Love For Five Minutes Without Wanting It Abolished In Brats And House Bloody Wifery.

Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes. It's Awful.

With All This Darkness Round Me I Feel Less Alone.