Let me die smiling

-Maybe I am trying to numb myself a little, because I'm trying to change, trying to stop being self-destructive.

-So you can only handle not self-destructing by being self-destructive?

-What do you want from me?

-I don't know, House, but I'm worried about you. I don't know how many times I can watch you cut off pieces of yourself. Now it's the Intensive Treatment Unit, next time it'll be the morgue. You're miserable, and you're angry, and I want you to actually deal with that and not just try to medicate the issue away.

-No. You know what I feel right now? I don't feel miserable or angry. I don't feel good or bad. I feel nothing, which feels great.

-What are you doing?
-Moving on. In the direction of my house, where I got some more pills.