Terrible. Ew, blah, that was crap. I scratched that copy out and crumpled it. My writing got really shaky toward the end there; the pen I gripped too tightly was now a bent piece of plastic that leaked black ink. Along with the myriad of black stains across the paper, there were tears. Tears, which I was afraid to admit were my own. Black fingerprints signed the page without my consent, all smudged and distorted. I leaned back in my chair. Why, Jared, why? I continuously pondered that sleepless day after sleepless day. Jesus. I was about to go straight out of my mind. “With benefits?” It hit me.