I assumed playing the part was something I could switch in and out of. I overestimated myself and the character has consumed me. I wonder what got me to this point. Literally crying on the bathroom floor. Cutting myself, letting go of more. My tears, my blood, ...my sanity. Was it the feeling? What drove every other teenage screw up to feel that pain? Or the desire to feel something? Because I was just so damn tired of feeling nothing?
Was it true? What she said? About each and everyone of us being damned to something catastrophic that grew from the desire to be able to control something in our lives? What does that mean for the loved ones that have not yet encountered it, then? Or is it too late? When is too late?