What do you mean you don'tunderstand me these days?Can't you see I'msewn up with sadness?Stitched through and through with grief that won'tbe comforted or identified.
Damn you, you were alwaysone to minimize: hormonesyou finally decideas an excusefor my bitch-madness.
Let me alone.Something terrible insideme has come loose.Give me time.
