C'mon honey let's go be British together.

Dancing under streetlights at midnight is so much easier when the neighbors curtains are closed. And metaphors (however cheesy they may be) can be stretched so many ways. And it's an amazing feeling, finding out how pathetic you are; how naive, or hopefull; Or how small your chances will be. It's not difficult to doubt yourself when everybody else does. But so many pressures from so many points create new problems, addictions, impulsions and insecurities. But they don't realize that they're doing it. Right? Commitments seem so much easier before you're committed. But why am I the only one stressing? How am I the only one who puts future over present? I may be socially retarded, but I've never been this gutless wonder before. I don't know how much more I can take before I break. I need a diversion fast. Great Awakening, that was 300 years ago, and I've never worried about pasts that far back. 170 days left.