The regret of a life misspent.
The heartache that comes from really loving.
The wishing I were somewhere or someone else.
The fear of being unlovable.
The wondering if I could have done better.
The wanting and longing to be better than I am.
The fear of getting hurt.
The feeling of being utterly alone.
The wondering if my emotional neediness will ever be satisfied.
The idea that love is not easy.
The questioning of what to do next.
This is why we get wasted.
This is why we watch so much TV.
This is why we spend so much money.
This is why we get so high.
This is why we die inside.
This is why we escape.