Wild:

Get up off this couch. You've got to.

Why?

People are depending on you. Katie is. Katie is going to a bad situation today, and your clean home will provide succor to her, as well as any potential guests.

Nobody cares. I want it but it isn't worth it. Some invisible force holds me down, mental instead of magic. Black despair covers me like a blanket.... I drink more diet coke, turn on a television show I'm hoping will help me shake it off, and try again.

Don't you want a clean house? You don't mind doing it. You used to enjoy it. Used to like being useful, keeping your home as a woman's home ought. Serving your heart. You didn't even have to think about it.

You're worthless. Can't even bring yourself to a land where you could find peace and magic, why do you deserve to get up off this couch? Aren't you sick of disappointing people? Even if they come, they aren't coming for you. They're coming for Katie.

None of that's true. You've got to. You have to.

So what? Lay on the couch and eat yourself into a coma. It doesn't matter. None of it matters. You carry shame and awful choices, and trying to make it up isn't any good. Worthless.

Have to. Want to!

Piece of shit. Hopeless from birth, almost. You're a copy of a copy. Your pancreas couldn't wait to fail on you. You're fat. You deserve the filth.

I have to. I have to. I have to try.