The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.
I didn't really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry... but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it's the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.
I've never listened to an album once I've finished it. All I hear is what I should've done different. I beat myself up over it.