I was convinced that I was crazy and I was never going to get out of whatever reality I'd created, but for some reason I didn't want to die anymore, so I just accepted it, but I still stayed away from everyone, because even though I made them up - or so I thought - I didn't know anything about them, and they didn't know anything about me, and I wanted it to stay that way. I told myself I wasn't crazy, that this was normal for someone like me, and that was it. I wasn't crazy.

And then you gave me a camera and told me 'Happy Birthday', and I was back to thinking I was crazy because you'd never do anything like that, right? But you did. I don't remember if I said thank you for that, so thank you. Again, maybe.

[lowers his head and presses his palm against his face, and then he starts to get up, swallowing thickly.]

I'm going to vomit.