Its all a bit Pete Tong

God despair. How often do I wake up and ask myself what is going on in my life, what? It seems as if control is arbitary and not of any use, for random phenomena take a hold of us and the other human being is always a mystery to be feared and loved.

All the while though memory clouds us and haunts us, searing the heart with regret. Maybe I should not have woken up, and sometimes I dont bother but then only sadness crushes my heart and I feel as if I might die, there and then.