I lost all respect for him and myself, and lived in a nightmare.

Why, that's the story of my life--no respect; I mean, I don't get no respect at all!

Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear

And then he felt the misery of his life.

I lost my soul as a human being. I lost my self-respect. I'm not a lovable guy, so it's really not hard for people to dislike me.

I lost all respect for angstroms.

I knew a Buddhist once, and I've hated myself ever since.

I knew a Buddhist once, and I've hated myself ever since. The whole thing was a failure.

I grew up haphazard, wounded and tortured in mind, full of self-pity and hatred of others.

My encounters with men had left me petrified of them. Along with the fright was a burning loathing.

Apathy robbed me of the strength even to despise myself.

I was struggling massively with my mental health because of what had happened. I was severely depressed and prior to this nightmare I already suffered with bipolar, so it massively affected my mental health.