I am very anxious. I am lost at sea. It feels like I’ve woken up after being asleep for most of my life. I am startling aware of reality. I am painfully aware of how poor I really am, and in such an expensive world. My parents take care of me, but they won’t live forever. I will not survive when I am cast out into the world. I have been coddled. I am sick. I am small. I am weak. I am at the mercy of the lord. Please help me. I’m gonna have to kill myself to avoid the piper coming to call. I’m gonna have to so that I don’t end up broken and destitute