On another note, this poem came into my head the other night. I had to look it up because I didn't remember anything but the first line, or who wrote it. Once I read it, I really identified with the feeling of it.... but in the past. I feel different now, but it was cool to find this, and I love it, so I will share it!
Acquainted With the Night
I have been one acquained with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eye, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong or right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.