Intellectually, you know this is an unreasonable fear... and yet you can't help but fear it. That's mental illness.

I'm trying to sleep. This better be good, or I'll do an auto-lobotomy... Hey. Are you awake? We need to discuss something... How would you know whether everyone you love and care about are being just nice to you because they pity you? Where's an ice pick when you need one?!