text_original: I kept weeping about trifles, yet could not say why I was grieved. The truth is that I am unwell  so much so, that I look at everything from the gloomy point of view.
text_transcription: I KEPT WEEPING ABOUT TRIFLES YET COULD NOT SAY WHY I WAS GRIEVED THE TRUTH IS THAT I AM UNWELL SO MUCH SO THAT I LOOK AT EVERYTHING FROM THE GLOOMY POINT OF VIEW
phonemes: aɪ kˈɛpt wˈiːpɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt tɹˈaɪfəlz, jˈɛt kʊd nˌɑːt sˈeɪ wˌaɪ aɪ wʌz ɡɹˈiːvd. ðə tɹˈuːθ ɪz ðæt aɪɐm ʌnwˈɛl sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ sˈoʊ, ðæt aɪ lˈʊk æɾ ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ fɹʌmðə ɡlˈuːmi pˈɔɪnt ʌv vjˈuː.