I can’t believe Ray has turned me into another psycho ex girlfriend 

I can’t believe Ray thinks he can just walk away and face no consequences 

I can’t believe how any of this went down 

It is, in sum, unlivable 

 I don’t think  I need to produce any more

I don’t think I want to publish 

There is no group or cause or organization I want to work for 

Nothing I could mobilize for with my soul 

There is no relationship that could break me any more

Because no one is close to me any more

I don’t want to date or have fun or socialize 

I don’t want to return phone calls or emails 

There is no place I could go to feel rested 

There is no person I could go to for love 

I have nothing left to offer and no desire to even speak