Yes, I Know...

I haven't been posting too frequently lately, but just look at the kind of thing I have to try and translate into comprehensible English:

Oh, the sorrow too is the strength to live. The anger too is the strength to live... Somebody said so, didn't he? Since I cannot trust myself anymore, isn't there only method to live with the anger against those who made me not to trust myself with the sorrow of not trusting me?

You see? You see?! Now normally, I am the fastest copywriter I know, but even I can only work so quickly when I spend half my days staring at the monitor in bewildered stupefaction. And occasionally overcome with bouts of hysterical disbelief.

I think I need a clone. Even my evil twin Skippy would do, at this point.