A conversation with myself, about myself… hold off on the men in white, kay?
What on earth are you blathering about?
Oh, hi again, my inner debbie-downer. How’s life on the negative side.
Surviving just fine without you. What’s with the tag line? Trying to be clever?
Ha, ha, no. I feel it. Like there’s a pike through my chest.
That’s called being dead, stupid.
I just… this hurts so much. I don’t know why -why does it hurt so much? There is positive and negative, and I feel like my internal organs -or one in particular- is going to shred inside me.
Sounds like you need a surgeon.