I've lost my edge. They're sick of hearing me complain. I don't have much to say. I messed up. I'm tired. It doesn't matter anymore. I like it dark and quiet. Food makes me sick. I can't sleep at night. My mind wanders. My stomach hurts. It's my fault. Everybody says cheer-up. I'm lonesome. All I do is sleep.

They don't know what they're talking about. If I died, no one would care. I'm getting fat. I can't keep up at work. Everyone knows it. I get pissed off. I cry a lot. I'm feeling O.K. I give up