outside i'm exposed at home i'm composed

Truthfully... sometimes it's nice to just be home alone marinating in your own smells, not worrying about it too much.

A thought: I have it all.  That stuff that I wanted. Yknow, the cute apartment.  The job.  The appropriate amount of entertainment.  The occasional descent into madness.

Bad shit happens and I think about it, but never too hard.  Carefree.  Ready for those good moods when they come.