Claustrophobia.... right.......

WROTE A RIDICULOUSLY LONG PARAGRAPH ABOUT HOW EVERYONE KNOWS EVERYONE'S BUSINESS AND EVERYONE IS SO PAINFULLY HIP THAT THEY DON'T REALLY KNOW IF THEY SHOULD ACCEPT THAT YOU'RE A PATHOLOGICAL OVER-THINKER OR SMILE AND BE POLITE INSTEAD OF GETTING TO KNOW YOU

Realised I hate divulging secrets and that everything could be summarised in one sentence

I've been editing and deleting! *feels better* what's with my compulsions? I feel compelled to do the strangest things, make the strangest things look nice, make the strangest things look ugly...

I want to know my fate if I keep up this way
It's hard to want to stay awake and everyone you meet they all seem to be asleep
You wonder if you're missing your dream
You can't see your dream
You can't see your dream
You just can't see your dream