I am getting better, I know I am. When I begin to think about it, any of it, I brush it off my shoulders and think of better things, better days. But it gets hard, you know? Doing this on your own. It’s hard to admit that you need help; I’ll admit that I need help. I don’t know what kind, but I know I do. Maybe from you, maybe from a stranger. I just don’t know what is wrong anymore, really. Oh well, no big deal, right?