I seem to be completely divorced from myself. Apparently I've been engaged in dialogs I knew nothing about. Well isn't that interesting. I've also succumbed to a seeming eternity of not being listened to. Sometimes I wish I could tear a few specific parts of my being completely free of myself and never have to deal with them again. I feel like I'm trapped in a car with a live wire touching it and the engine aflame. I have to leave because if I don't I'll burn alive, but I'm afraid I can't jump free and that I'll get severely injured in the process. Also, it's my god damn car! What the hell! Why should I have to give up my car for electricity and fire?