Katie Foster's "my story" uses a single image, black ink spreading through a book, to describe what depression or overwhelming despair can feel like. It begins with someone claiming they can "read" the speaker like a book, but the speaker knows the story has already changed. What was once happy has been darkened and distorted, and the more she reads, the worse it gets.
The ink soon moves from the page into her body. It seeps up her arms, fills her mouth, and makes her feel like she is drowning, then burns in her chest. Oddly, its colour also comforts her, yet it brings no peace, only numbness, loneliness and a sense of being useless. The mood is heavy and helpless. She says she can only slow the feeling down, not stop it, and she can't explain where it comes from. By the end, the ink has tainted her past and will write her future, which she expects to be bleak.