I Didn't Know What I Was Doing

I Feel Self-repressed Again. The Old Fall Disease. Where Is My Willpower? The Idea Of A Life Gets In The Way Of My Life...i Dream Too Much, Work Too Little.

I Have Taken A Pill To Kill The Thin Papery Feeling.

I Am Solitary As Grass. What Is It I Miss? Shall I Ever Find It, Whatever It Is?

I Have Suffered The Atrocity Of Sunsets.

It Is Awful To Want To Go Away And To Want To Go Nowhere.