That's it, I can't take any more. I feel like one of those over-emotional nutcases trying to sympathise with people who've just lost a mother or brother (no, fathers and sisters aren't important you insensitive prick, what a question to ask!) in the Chinese earthquake. Really, I can't. It's too far away, it's too big. It's too bad to face. But what I can do is lament about my situation, a luxury of every man's dreams so to speak. I have too much, and you know how that goes with good things - not well, in case you didn't guess.
What have I done? What am I trapped in? They don't all know, thank god. It can only go badly if they did. Lord, grant me peace.