I think the thing for me is... All the people I've met who just think I'm a flat out weirdo. I remember screaming at the sky and everyone just staring at me. Then there's the friends that I've hurt, betrayed because I thought they were out to get me.

Other people that I took advantage of because I was depressed and felt like they were just pawns in a game. And maybe the biggest one of all is this girl that I was in love with back in highschool, and we were just perfect for each other. She was head over heels for me, and I dumped her in an extremely cruel way, thinking that I was doing the right thing for both of us. I was such a bastard that almost all of my friends disowned me, and with good reason.

The worst part for me is the price that other people have paid for my illness.