“I think there’s something wrong with me.” I admit. I think I’ve kind of always known, but recently these feelings I get…they aren’t normal. Sometimes I scare myself. This feels like as good a time as any to admit that. He frowns, as if he’s considering what I’m saying. “I mean yeah, you’ve cracked your head open, dude.” Idiot. “It doesn’t hurt. Maybe I’m dying.”
