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I've been pushed past the limit. My limit. I used to think that anything, everything could be endured with a smile. That everything would be alright in the end, that nothing bad ever happened to me. That nothing could permeate my sphere of tranquility. But I've been tried. Defeated. Maybe it was stress. A lack of sleep? I don't know, but I've changed recently. So much. I look back, and I'm not the same person. Nothing affects me anymore. Not in the least. I can't seem to find where my heart should be anymore. I'm just...living. It's strange. Alien. It scares me. I look at what I've done, what I've become, and I am afraid. I am afraid of myself. I don't know if I can consider myself a person anymore. What I've witnessed without batting an eyelid...without a tremor or twitch...it terrifies me. I think I might be going insane. Who I am...what I am...I...I'm frightened. I need...I need...somebody...help....

That APUSH test...I...I...murdered it. I extinguished its life and brutally tore its flesh and mutilated its corpse while it struggled and begged for mercy. And I felt nothing. No remorse. No disgust. No shock, no fear, no anguish, no nothing. I can't even tell...am I...am I even human anymore?