Week

This morning I woke up as a huge bug. I'm not surprised, but I'm a little disappointed. I wish I could wake up one morning as a human and not be seen as the most repulsive creature in the world. I don't want to be like this; I just woke up one morning as a bug.

After a bad week, all I hope for is to rest. I don't know how much longer I can endure my life as simply an effort not to die or disappear from the sight of others, although perhaps that would be for the best. (?)