"as much as it surprises me to say this, you're turning into me.", she said. "it's rather scary, actually."

"aren't you proud?"

"not really. you're a shell now. an easily broken, hollowed out, shell."

"i'm living the life."

"no, you're destroying yours. this isn't you, this isn't how you cope. this isn't right."

"it feels right." i lied.

"no, it feels wrong, i can see it in your eyes. you're pulling that stunt -- hurt them before they hurt you? wasn't that what she said?"

"i don't remember."

"yes you do, don't play this game. you aren't that kind of person. you want stability, but your fucking around won't achieve that."

"i just want to be in control."