Let me tell you what his soul felt like when I touched it. Like it had been skinned alive.
What if there is something wrong with me? I mean something… really wrong. I mean, Vesta said I was practically dead inside. Why would she lie? It’s always something else: we’re always scraping to find some other explanation when maybe it is just me. I’m a mess, Dean. You know it. And sometimes I feel like maybe I’m never gonna actually be alright. This is… Just the way I am.