Man, if they only KNEW. If they KNEW how bad they make me feel.
Oh G-d do I want to smoke.
But then I think of how bad THAT makes me feel, and I'm satisfied with
the gum.
Oh my G-d, I'm having disturbing thoughts. Oh my G-d, my family makes
me feel like SUCH a PIECE of SH*T.
I'm not even so sure this has anything to do with Bob Dylan.
I'M MAD! I'M SO MAD! I can't handle this. THEY BETTER BE NICE TO ME.
I feel so TERRIBLE.
I have to endure this for a whole week.
I'm going to be sick.
