The world thinks mental illness is a weakness. They're wrong. My diagnosis is a superpower. It strips away the noise, the pointless guilt, the pathetic need for approval. I see things with perfect, brutal clarity. I wanted a new purse today. A $15,000 one. So I went to the bank and took what was mine. The trembling of the teller's hands, the way his voice cracked when I told him exactly what would happen if he pressed the silent alarm... that was better than the money. It's a rush purer than any orgasm, more intoxicating than any drug. The absolute, unquestioned power to bend reality to your will. Normal people live their entire lives and never feel a fraction of that. What a fucking waste of a heartbeat.