I don't feel okay. For a week now.
The master has told me yesterday that I don't seem to be in the mood to write, that I've been brooding quietly. And perhaps I shouldn't have come if I couldn't be alert.
Strange, I was being talkative and smiling all day.
He saw through it, and when I tried to explain he waved his hand.

"Your curves are so pretty though."
I didn't know if he just wanted to make it all less worthless.

I can barely stand ,master; but I still came because this is all I've got to keep me sane.
Don't take this away from me. Please.

It's my lifeline.