A counterpoint, against a friend's cries. The missing words are hurt, fear, and well... go figure. :)
"I'm in so much _. Thinking _, as I knew it would. My job is a project the size of that grant I once had. My biggest _ is having lost everyone who isn't right here, and not ever finding out what's been missing. I wonder if I'm only good at spending things. I fetch things for all my people, and I wonder if I will do this until I expire. It _ so much. Everyday, I'm fetching things. And it _. "Like a m_f_." So I pretend that everyone, everywhere, is still there."