When you mix with people too much, that’s when all your troubles begin. I guess I am tired of the way people make me feel when I get too involved with them. I always seem to lose something. I don’t know if it’s bad luck, bad choices or what, but I know that I am always alright on my own. People make me hurt when I get too close to them. I don’t think it’s anything they try to do, it must be something in me. I think it’s lame to blame others for the pain you’re feeling. If you can’t handle it, move to some place you can. Well, here I am. Nowhere suits me fine. Nowhere feels just right a lot of the time.
|—||Henry Rollins; Smile, You’re Traveling (Black Coffee Blues, Part 3)|