What has become of me. I sit in this labyrnth, ashamed, destitute; fustrated beyond recourse at the shape of my life, and the direction of my future. Will I become what THEY were? Will I die the death of anguish, never to return to the heights I soared in before? I fear the mould has been cast.

I sit in this office and fear that my soul will evaporate into these walls.

Fuck the lies!