Feels as if someone just punched me in the guts really hard and I'm just lying here, bleeding, hopefully to death.

Eventually it all comes back to this. Eventually you have nothing else.

I don't want anything. Because I'm nothing. A talentless waste of space. I don't need your comfort. Don't need your sympathy. Or your words.

I'm fine. Or I'd rather pretend that I am than fall apart.