“You’re so stuck in your head,” she continued. “It’s like you genuinely can’t think about anyone else.” I felt like I was getting smaller. “I’m sorry, Holmesy, I shouldn’t say that. It’s just frustrating sometimes.” When I didn’t respond, she kept talking. “I don’t mean that you’re a bad friend or anything. But you’re slightly tortured, and the way you’re tortured is sometimes also painful for, like, everyone around you.”
