Here we are now where are we?

He's on the verge of an entirely new kind of breakdown. Something safer, more comfortable, yet equally as dangerous. The novelty is already wearing off. Can't take a vacation from himself but can't go home to himself either. So where does he go? Sane? Insane? Give up or find some way to embrace it... Just when he thought he was safe - that he might be there - the thing rears its ugly head and now it's two steps back. All this life trying to be everything to everybody and turns out he's spread himself wafer thin. He's gone from worrying about nothing to worrying about everything. From carefree to muddy and confused and uncertain. Better off now or better off before?