People keep checking on me. They open the door, and ask me how I'm
doing. I'm fine. I'm not depressed. I got stressed out last night, had
a panic attack, and planned to kill myself. The next morning I brought
a scalpel to my doctors office, and now I'm here.

But that was yesterday. Just a glitch in my life. Now I'm totally
fine. Though, at the same time, I feel like it's a good idea to
collaborate. I'm not keen to find out what happens once I start to
resist these people.

- lindus