I didn't mind being a public executioner, once I got the hang of it.
My struggle to remain healthy is gradually killing me.
What should I do if my problems aren't all solved by the time I die?
To the Tax Office: All is over between us. Please don't attempt to communicate with me again.
If you don't like my opinion of you, you can always improve
It would be easier for me to reject all established values, if I knew what they were.