I hope you realize how lucky you are that I am not a vindictive, malicious person. I could destroy you.

I don't get closure. I'm not relieved. I don't like pretending I'm all right. I don't feel like I'm doing the right thing. I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to be here.

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I keep moving farther and farther away from where I started, but I just can't seem to get any closer to my destination. It always seems to be just over the next hill. Just perpetually out of reach.

It feels like I am chasing a mirage.

I am starting to feel like a fool.

I find that a vast number of things incite my curiosity. This leads to a very desperate and frustrating existence.

I sincerely hope you're smart enough not to put yourself in that kind of situation.

I know a lot more than you think I know. Be careful.

You're not asking the right questions.

I know you think you have the upper hand in this battle of wits, but you also seem to underestimate my madness.

I want to believe you, but the familiarity betrays us both.