I feel as if I only have the same thing to say, day after day.

I want out.

I want out.

I want out.

I am a sick, sick woman...

A terrible person, really, I am...

I wish my children sick or myself injured so I don't have to go to work.

In the extended version of The Two Towers, Eoywn approaches Aragron with a cauldron full of stew. I love that scene... people, all sitting with one another, eating the most humble of foods, all working to survive.

We, as a collective, no longer work with one another, but against one another. We are all so alone.

I am so alone.