Live alone upon the Sea.
I’m not scared of going to sleep, I’m not bitter to awaken each morning, I’m not depressed, I’m not anxious, I’m not bipolar, schizophrenic, unipolar or any other apparently self-diagnosable disorder from Google. I’m fed up.
Mummy pushed him on the swings, Buddy thought he had wings.
This isn’t about me, but it’s about me.