Maybe This Is All Of Us

"I, I don't know what I am. I just know that there’s something dark in me, and I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there, always. This dark passenger, and when he’s driving I feel alive. Half sick with the thrill, the complete wrongness. I don’t fight him, I don’t want to. He’s all I’ve got. Nothing else could love me. Not even, well especially not me."