Do you think I know not the right thing to do?
Of course, the most sensible thing to do would be to voice my opinions to my preceptor, but I really have no guts, no courage to do it.

I have given up.

I shall continue crying in the stairwell when I cannot take it, 'cause I have no guts.

I'm not like you.
I'm not like everyone else.
I'm just a scared spineless cat.

Craps! Why can't you just encourage me when I need it? Ultimately, I'm alone in dealing with everything.

I feel like exploding.