Use a spork to do it.

I dislike being sensitive. You make too much out of some things. You overreact. Your imagination leaps beyond what is realistic. And sometimes what goes on in your head has the tendency to hurt you. I'm not usually in a complaining mood. It's just that today it rained, and I didn't feel all that happy. (I could be lying. But you, dear reader, wouldn't know.) I feel like hiring an assassin to kill someone. This is the second time now.