"i wish i knew what happened to you to make you feel so worthless" he says. me too. how sick am i, that i get such pleasure? comfort? out of that little vice of mine, that's not so little at all... oh lindsey, you fool. you really are a nut, you know? i know. you want people to recognize some good in you? some kind of value? you ain't got it, toots. all you've got is an outdated perspective, and even that will crumble as the real world sinks its claws in. grow up. take of those rose-tinted shades you've been hiding behind. but i'm afraid. i'm laughingly sickened by myself now. what's it gonna be like when i don't even have the veil of optimism to soften things? "i wonder what happened to you to make you feel so worthless" well-put, gunner. me too. i don't think it was one thing, so much as a million things. things people did, or didn't do, or said, or didn't say. and i believed all of them. 'cause it's easier to believe the bad than the good, and it's easier to blame it all on me than on everyone else. crap.