I don’t know what’s wrong with me. People never want to talk to me. Everyone just ignores me, walks past me, as if I don’t exist. I feel so lonely.
My wife told me: I’m a lazy, good-for-nothing loser with a heart of stone, that I let people put shit on me; then she asked me rhetorically, was I going to put up with this abuse forever? Because she wasn’t.
I’ve lost all motivation. I don’t do anything all day but daydream. And stare. I think I’m depressed.
It’s a hard life being a statue. Very hard indeed.