I don't want to listen to anyone any more. If you can't help me, why should I help you. Hold on, what the fuck. That's not the way I normally am. I love helping people, and sometimes helping people helps me. So, I will listen to people, but I won't listen to you, you're on my head, you're not a person, you're a personality. You have nothing to do with my current life, because I'm not letting you. I miss the me, before all this MPD was triggered, I could cope better. I hate who I am, I think because of that, I'm less afraid to try things now, because no-one could ever hate me the way I hate me.