Why am I here? What is my purpose? Does anyone care? Do I care? I went out last night driving in my nightie at midnight, I don't know where i went, just that it was 3am when I returned. At one point I parked the car, got out and started to walk. Not sure why. Just me and my nightie. I don't remember going back to the car, nor do I remember going home. Just the screaming from him about where I had gone and that it was 3am. I do remember crying. I'm still crying.