This nothing is so normal. I know exactly how this works. I need a new feel.
I was thinking about The Libertine, as I randomly do throughout the day, and I came to the conclusion that maybe he lived life the way he did because in the end none of it matters. We live to die.
Its more like we live cry, loose, smile occasionally hurt, agonize, strain, suffer and then we die.
Oh well, its not like it matters.