I ate, drove home, it's all a blur. I have this terrible pressure in my head... It's like my body moves of its own accord and I just ride along and watch.
I work through these little questions in my head, to try to find out the root of my problems sometimes. I already know the answers but I do it anyways.
"Why do I hate the world?"
"Because it hates me, because it hurt me."
"How did it hurt me?"
"By hating me.."
"Why do I think the world hates me?"
"Because Mom hated me, because I'm flawed."