[... not like the number of people who he knows do can com up to the number of fingers. On one hand.]

I'm angry because I was allowed and encouraged to be angry. Anger gives strength, and I was supposed to be strong, perfect, so I was angry until there wasn't anything else.

I'm lonely because, other than tutors and masters, there didn't use to be anyone else. Because nobody understands and nobody can understand. Which is probably for the better.