I Still Don't Belong To

Rejection Is One Thing - But Rejection From A Fool Is Cruel.

I Am Still My Teenage Self. If You Think That We All Step Through A Door Marked Adult, Or That We Sign A Grown-up Document, You’re Quite Wrong. We Remain As We Always Were, And That, Alas, Is One Of Life’s Many Nasty Tricks.

And If You Ever Need Self-validation, Just Meet Me In The Alley By The Railway Station

I Could Only Tolerate An Afternoon If I Took A Triple Amount Of The Stated Dose Of Valium Prescribed By My Gp (who Would Soon Take His Own Life).

Satan Rejected My Soul; As Low As He Goes, He Never Quite Goes This Low.