I don't know who I am anymore. I almost beat a man to death tonight and I can't even say why, except that I am SO TIRED. So angry. So... frustrated at my entire life. How could I let myself go like that, how could I fail?

I've been less that circumspect with Aggie when it comes to being Batgirl, she knows what I do although we never talk about it and tonight I'm just too worn out to change before I creep through my bedroom window. I probably should have, because as soon as I'm in the light of my apartment, I can see the blood on my hands, feel the bruises I know I'll have under my gloves.

Too late now, she's probably heard me. "Aggie, I'm home." I don't even have to guess that she's here. I know she is. Bless her, she cares about me. Hell if I know why.