I'm depressed, like hell I am. I don't know why. Fucking bastard pills don't work, in any way, shape or form. I was crying all last night. I need my lover. Pooka, if you're there, I NEED YOU.
Fuck's sake - why am I complaining? I'm seeing Pooka tomorrow. I'm also going to see the doctor tomorrow, "check my progress" etc.
So why am I bothered?
Because I am.
Goodbye to you, you're taking up my time.