Here I am. I want everything. An apartment with a living room for fuck's sake. A job that doesn't take everything I am for minimum wage plus 10cents. It's nothing. It's something. I feel broken.
If I don't like it why do I do it? If I demand better what does that make me? Insolent, maybe. Ungrateful.
Can I get some quiet? I know, I know, I know. It's just this day. But I can't be quiet. I can't turn me off. There's always someone in there, knock knock knock, right, she says, why can't you have it all. And then another, you have too much. Oh, help. You'll never have enough.
Oh, and I want and I want and I want it all.
[the temper trap - fools]