His name is Pazuzu Algarad. He is diagnosed as schizotypal like me. He was an abhorrent, disgusting outcast, and I felt really bad about him having the same diagnosis as me.
I couldn’t see any traces of myself in his story. Yes i had a bad childhood, but his childhood was a disaster. Yes i was a little off when i was a teenager, but he was a total loser.
I live in a clean and cozy apartment, he was living in a house that looked like hell (literally, he was a satanist).
I don’t know why I feel so bad about it. I wish I hadn’t seen it. Perhaps because I feel he was a victim of his bad upbringing - a bad upbringing is absolutely no excuse to behave like he did…