I feel like I'm dead. Every September. I can't even feel my face. And I don't even look in the mirror. It feels like I'm dead. And that today is my funeral. The people around me are singing a song. Everyone is full of energy. In great excitement. And here I am, in my corner. I don't even take my feet off the ground. September is nothing but sadness from beginning to end. It's the month of my disgust. I only see the bad things.