I guess I am needy.

I am tired, tired, tired of all of this.

I just need to know what to do, what to think.

I wish I could just let it go.

I just need to get over it.

I wish I knew how.

I just need to focus on the rest of my life.

I wish I could ignore it.

I just need to . . . fix it.

I wish I knew what was wrong.

I just need to get out, get away, be done.

I wish it was possible.