1)
While meandering conversations in the darkened backseat of a cab can be so illuminating and fragilely surreal, I've really missed the still solitude of just leaning back and glancing out and up; my mind, a dark sky lightly speckled with stardust, chasing the moon.

2)
I don't know what to think or do: on one hand, I think I don't like leading a routine life because it not only makes me entertain suicide fantasies, it encourages said fantasies; on the hand, I have an internal need for routine - like sleeping and waking at certain times - because I know if I don't have that sort of structure in my life, I'd collapse into chaos, which sometimes stresses me out to the point where I entertain suicide fantasies, and which will be my descent into madness - the bad sort.

3)
I have strong loner tendencies, don't I?