Dear me,
Please make them go away. I don't want to see or hear them. Finally they're gone... NO!
Why are you so depress all the time? Why are you here? I don't want to leave. But you have to, it's not your choice anyways.
Why did you feel happy at the funeral? It's your fault, you did this. You're trash, nobody likes you, I hate you!
Why are you crying? It's going to be over soon, just wait and see...