It's kind of funny, some the things you think while you're all alone. When your mind is your best friend, it wanders further than normal. Its voice strains from so much thought, and as the thoughts get more and more demented, it falls into an ever tightening downward spiral toward insanity. These thoughts cause emotions to fire, one after another, causing an exertion unlike most have or will feel. Anger, hate, love, sadness. Sometimes alone, sometimes together, causing confusion that messes with the heart. Angry love, sad hate... It doesn't make sense, and as mental walls come tumbling down like a dike in a flood, a deluge of realizations come through. Just when you thought you know who you are, loneliness wakes you up to the truth. You find you're not as tough as you thought you were, but you find toughness in other aspects of yourself. A cold calloused detachment develops, terrifying the sensitive side of you, causing a rift to develop where you once were solid. And to keep from falling into this emotional chasm, you stop caring, and move further to the less human side, and you stop feeling the "weaker" emotions, i.e. sadness, remorse, sympathy, and embrace hate and anger, and in this state, find yourself scared of yourself. And you're the only thing you have in solitude, so you bury yet another weak emotion: fear, and continue on the path to insanity. You look into the mirror and don't recognize who you see, and do not care what happens to this person staring back at you. Your only link to the real world of sane reality is a slender gossamer thread, like a spider's web, being pulled thinner and thinner with each passing second, and as you lose the last of your emotions, hate and anger, it breaks, sending you into a pit of darkness, where you feel nothing, save pain, but the pain doesn't hurt, since it's all you have. You focus on the pain to see if you still hurt, to see if you're still human, and when you feel nothing you realize you're not, and all is lost.