  Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one living in side of me. Because last night I had myself under control...or did I. At some moments I knew I could stop...but what kept me going...I'm not quite sure. Like sometimes I wanted to stop...but couldn't...I didn't feel that it was over. Like when the maniacal laughter started, and the rapid feral breathing....I couldn't stop it...and the burning of my eyes, and the splitting headache....it's not really a blur to me, I can remember it pretty well. 
