Who was I before I became who I am now? Was it better, like older versions of sacred texts are supposed to be better? Or was I just a prototype, with lots of bugs to work out?
And what do you do when things surface in your dreams that you thought you'd dealt with? One shouldn't have to sacrifice emotional stability for physical rest.
Farewell, peace of mind...kiss goodbye to reason...
- from The Best Thing by Savage Garden
The worst torture comes from your own mind--not from anyone else.
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel you can't face the day...
- from Crash and Burn by Savage Garden
I hate being me.
I need this quarter to be over.