last days of Berlin Wall

"I thought every German was you/and the language obscene.....at twenty I tried to die/and get [back] to you" Sylvia Plath 

I suppose but .....something how it not being a beach day it's not as easy to lay back and party with friends though maybe you do anyway that is if you have friends probably not cuz no one wants to be with you cuz you're too damn depressing.....so you write great poetry nevertheless... ......cheesy but true? n'est-ce pas?