I’ve had a long and ugly history of people not believing me. Stories twisted, facts changed, people who weren’t what they seemed to be. It really starts to fuck with your sense of reality. Every time someone tells you that you’re wrong, it didn’t happen like you said it happened, it couldn’t, you’re a liar, you’re a child, you don’t understand . . . Each hack of the hatchet takes a chunk out of your confidence, until you don’t even believe yourself anymore.
