[What's on his mind, indeed. Chris falls silent, struggling internally to come up with the best way to present his problem]

There is something...seriously wrong with me. With my head. And it's screwing up how I think, and how I act around people, and I can't..fucking stop thinking it.


...No, I mean. That's not what I wanted to say, it's something...bigger than what I'm making it seem. I don't fucking know..