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Harry stared up at the ceiling, absolutely miserable.
He didn't truly know why he was so prone to violent mood swings, flipping from anger to anxiety to deep depression within minutes.
He didn't understand why he grew so attached to people or why he was so terrified of being abandoned.
He didn't know why he always sabotaged his relationships when his biggest fear was losing those connections.
Maybe he was just broken, or perhaps crazy. He figured it didn't really matter either way.
Nothing about him ever mattered.