Listlessness and depression.
Not Depression with a capital D. Not slipping back into that again. Well, I damn well hope not.
I sometimes wonder if I fake all of this emotion. Fake it to myself. One person can't go through this much in a day and be called sane.
I guess I might not be.
The lacky band is stretched back as far as it can go.
I need a break, because I'm on my last string.
"And every paper girl needs at least one string, right?"