The only place I could live in there is between fickleness and selfishness and vanity and the middle regions of sentimentality. My heart's filled with one hell of a lot more than love... little of it 'good'. So this map isn't accurate at all for me. 
I notice in particular an absence of depression, anger, hurt, resentment, irritation, fury, recklessness, determination, stubbornness, intensity, erraticness, bitterness, spite, eccentricity, psychosis, sadness, manipulativeness, and hate. Sure, it has shit like hope and enthusiasm... but a heart is not filled only by such light substances, nor is it affected only by such substances.

I notice in particular an absence of depression, anger, hurt, resentment, irritation, fury, recklessness, determination, stubbornness, intensity, erraticness, bitterness, spite, eccentricity, psychosis, sadness, manipulativeness, and hate. Sure, it has shit like hope and enthusiasm... but a heart is not filled only by such light substances, nor is it affected only by such substances.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day