i think i'm breaking down. i think i'm breaking down the way that cars do. people keep adding things to me and they keep breaking off because they don't fit right. i wasn't meant to fit right. i feel trapped in my head unable to move the stupid stupid sack of flesh i'm supposed to control. there's wires missing i think. something not connecting with something else. it's all broken and hissing real loud covering up my screams. it's crumbling around me, but only on the inside. i'm breaking down, the lights are flashing red but i look so stoic. i look so peaceful. and gone. and broken.