You poor sweet darling. I don't blame you for wanting out. This kind of crap makes you wonder if the whole business isn't some kind of sadistic chemical experiment on someone's part. But you know what? It's not your fault. You have a soul. You have a beautiful soul. I would like to think that if you got very quiet, there might be some little place in that soul that could find a reason to keep on going.

Tell me, were you ever happy? Do you remember a time, a circumstance, where you felt good? Ever?