For a cynical as I have been this week, I am in a sickening good mood.

I'm sitting here only draped in my bath towel. No ones here. My hair is dripping everywhere. The sun is beaming through the blinds.
The weather's so breezy, why can't life always be this easy?

I'm trying to take a break from thinking in reality for a moment. I'm living life day to day. And I'm content with it.
I want people to understand that they can't expect every inch of me. I just can't give it, to say it plainly. Too many reasons.
I can't be there giving people my life.
It has to be split. I have plans, dreams, other aspects that are important.
I feel a deed to be there for my friends. They come first.
They have almost all of my life given to them.

Anyone can have what's left, but there's not much.
So your job is to be content with that.