America has all of these solitary confinements, prisons, and hospitals, which is a perfect analogy for my life and my mind; I'm essentially confined in my mind, and can't think through my problems, because I should've made it so far in life by now. Life is like solitary to me, because no matter what I do, I need to get brought down by my experiences; but at the same time, experiences are what are risky

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