She thinks she missed the train to mars, she's out back counting stars...
Maybe I just need to emotionally divest myself form everyone around me. It sure would make things alot easier. People are strange. I don't know. I think I'm a pretty simple guy. But everyone else is so much harder to read. I'm pretty oblivious. I need you to tell me when I'm doing wrong. I don't pick up signals. I can't read minds. I am just another casualty. I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. What went wrong? Shit, that'd be the subtitle to my biography: Jeff- What the Hell Went Wrong? I must seem so fucking bi-polar on this fucking thing. Why can't I be honest? What is the worst that honesty can bring? Doom. But it needs to happen. I have to fucking say something. This shit is eating me up inside. It's making me a nervous wreck. But do I feel like being depressed for months when it all goes wrong? I have to feel that a bad answer is better then no answer at all. At least I'd know. Well, we'll see what goes down. Ugh...