It's Like A Pap Smear, Only Stranger

I've been couped up inside my home for what seems like years, and in reality, only a few days.

My nose better be stuff free by tomorrow.

I wish I had studied.

Are You Restless Like Me?

And I am content.

But far from finished.

I'm Sleeping My Way Out Of This One

With anyone who will fucking lie down.

Budy Holly Was Singin' His Very Last Song

Oh geez.
Why can't I be nice?
Why can't I be clean?
Why can't I ever think of anyone but myself?
Why can't I stop having feelings?