I am insecure. I feel depressed. My suburn is peeling, I feel grotesque. I sit listening to dark sad music by artists such as Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The Talking Heads, Depeche Mode, Moxy Früvous, Stone Sour, and Everclear. I lie in my bed, reading select passages from High Fidelity and I leave my glasses off. I fester in my own discomfort, because I haven't got the energy to change.