“I-I think there’s just something wrong with me. Aside from all this.” I tossed up my arms to gesture wildly around my head. “I have this thing, it’s like this secret compartment I keep tucked away that makes me operate differently. From stories, I’ve heard that my mother was similar. I just never know when to quit. There’s a little voice that says, okay, stop now, but I ignore it and keep going. Like right now, for example.”
