“Its like I’m hollow. I hide in plain site, unable to reach out to people close to me, afraid I’ll hurt them.”
“People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. That’s my burden, I guess.”
“I’m not sure what I am, but I just know there’s something dark in me, and I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there… always. The dark passenger. And when he’s driving I feel… alive, half-sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him. I don’t want to. He’s all I’ve got. Nothing else can love me. Not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the dark passenger tells me?”
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