When I came across these lines while reading down, I felt a bit emotionally imbalanced, the words touched me.

I looked at myself and what I had done, and projectile vomited. I cried out in anguish, helplessly revisiting memories of when I was a small boy, dreaming of one day becoming an airline pilot. Of the modest suburban home my father worked himself raw trying to pay off. Uncomfortable, agonizing, unwanted humanity. It had been simpler before. So much easier to be whatever that thing was.

Superb and compelling. Well done for yet another amazing piece @alexbeyman