sometimes i think i don’t even think of myself as a person. i watched a movie once that described it better than i could: i’m floating outside of my body, looking down at myself. watching everything that happens to me. there, but not really. so i’m sorry i hurt you. i wasn’t trying to. it’s just hard for me sometimes, to think of myself as someone who is loved. to remind myself that i have the power to hurt the people who love me. actually, you know, while we’re on the topic, i’m not sure if i ever really learned that i could.
— 50 pieces in 50 days #3 - afternights