Start reading Children of Graffiti to find out why JD’s feeling this way.

I’m not like them, but I can pretend. They’re watching everything I say. Why won’t they leave me be? Is something wrong? … OF COURSE THERE IS. Body and soul, I’m a freak. I am my own parasite. Flicker on a TV screen, everything’s more than it seems. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out.