"I hope so. See, this is what I was telling you. This, my mind, it won't fucking rest for one moment." He sighed. "I can be so fucking happy one moment and then one little thing will make me start thinking about about something else. I know you didn't mean to say anything but my brain. This why I don't want you to get tried of me." he looked into his eyes.
"I am fucking broken and messed up and I don't want you to deal with my moods and my yelling what shit that does not go back in the places it should." He sighed again, running his hand through his hair. "I wish I could rework my brain to be normal."