I wasn't what you expected, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't live up to my appearances, but it should be obvious by now that everyone is faking it, and how could you expect me to be any different? I've been spending most of my time walking lately, even when the sun's started setting at five. I'm spending more time getting from place to place in hopes that it'll help me feel less depressed, and on days when I can't work up the motivation, the energy to carry my bicycle down the thin white stairs of my one-bedroom apartment, I lay in bed all day and wish that I was dead.