She just didn’t understand, she couldn’t help at all. I kept seeing things, hearing things, and she just would not let it go. It drove me nuts. I’m finished with her. The paperwork is completed, the money split, everything’s fine.

She always complained that I was too negative. Always sad. Is it my fault I’m always nervous? Always watching? I may have a bit of a… condition… but why can’t I find love?

I can never stop thinking about it. Everyone, everything. And it always changes. I’m never thinking about the same thing for long. I’m crazy, I know I’m crazy, and I know it’s getting worse.

She couldn’t help. She couldn’t show me the things I had, the things she wanted me to have. She just called me “stupid, deaf and blind” and let me work it out myself.

It’s so hard for me to laugh at jokes, or to feel emotions, or even to love. I can’t be sure of anything. It’s so difficult… but I just can’t!

Don’t pay too much attention to me, though. My life’s screwed up. Have fun. Don’t be like me.