"'So tell me, how have you been since our last meeting, Cheryl?' 'Not bad... Not amazing, but not bad...' shrugging my shoulders, I mutter, 'Can't complain...' 'Can't complain? Or you don't want to complain?' 'I guess... Both. I can't because my problems seem so insignificant. Y'know, compared to the problems other people go through.' 'Well, Cheryl, that's not--' 'I don't want to because after it all, you'll just peer down at me through your bifocal lenses and respond with a comforting verbal remedy that sounds beautiful in this room. But the moment I leave, they dissipate into the stench of the world. The moment I leave, I remember how many people's deaths I'm responsible for every day.' '...' 'And every day, I envy their fate.'" ______________________