"Can't you just... get over it?"

How can I?

"You just have to try."

For how long?

"Come on. You can't carry on like this."

Maybe it'll all be over soon.

"Stop speaking that way."

Fine. Then I won't speak at all.

I won't speak... I'll write.

I'll write, because you're sick of hearing about it.

I'll write, because nobody really cares... until something tragic happens.

I'll write, because my problems are not your own.

I'll write, because you can't get through to me.

I'll write, because a white screen is the only reprise I have from a mind that torments me.

I'll write, because I miss what's never coming back.

I'll write, because four in the morning is a lonely hour.