A personal form of...

I begin to realize that my mind is unravelling. I have a wee-bitty finished TMA, it's a piece of shit that would be horrid if my hamster, if I had one, submitted.

I begin to realize that the warning on the piece of paper, that came in the box, that the pills were in, about killing yourself might have been on the money.

That won't happen with me but the fact that I'm thinking about the subject worries me.

I've lost my way, and for once I'm scared.