Why is it, that whenever I'm in a sour mood I just stay there? At least for a few hours - even though I know the way out lies in picking up the phone or getting in the car? I don't know. I don't think I am a glutton for punishment or that I love the misery. But I'm not exactly ready for a solution, you know? I'm not ready for rational thought or a cheerful smile.
Give me misery or give me... Well, I don't know exactly, but I'll stop short of death.
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