Venting not a person

[Lavínia]

I'm feeling sad today. Before, I had bursts of energy where I tried hard and managed to be different, I could try and make an effort. I keep trying, but there are few results, so few. I think I've already wasted so much time that I can't go back anymore. I keep getting worse, my thinking gets slower and slower, I stutter more and more, I don't know what to say or how to act anymore. I'm going to turn into a homunculus. Confusion cannot save me, the confused, the poetic, that which blinds and is amazed by doubt. Chaos, misshapen lights and colors, nothing will save me. No matter how many absurd or extravagant elements, things are becoming too dry. Very dry. Dry.