Help... a teenager cut my balls off. Call the police

Is there no reverence anymore? Perhaps a better question would be: should there be? And, if so, for what? It's the end of the week and I've become, as a direct result, tired. Tired physically, mentally, and literally. I've been drained of all forms of energy. It feels far too cliché to call myself a shell, though, so I won't. The popularity of the phrase makes very little sense to me anyhow. Shells are pretty and intriguing, and a withered husk of a person is nothing of the sort.

Ah, well, what's there to be done? Not a damn thing. What else is new? Today began and ended not unlike any other, and yet I find myself feeling sadder, angrier, more desolate and disparaging. Oh, how I long for a positive change, a shift in the right direction. They don't sell maps of that kind.