Nothing belongs to me.
My second story in english. I'm feeling so proud (you know, any mistake, tell me).
You like your girls insane because no decent one will take you away.
Take you away from the misery of being the last of your kind, the misery of the guilt, the fear of falling apart every second you're feeling tired. You can't let your guard go down because they will see what truly lies behind all your funny clothes and eccentric personality and they will be gone, afraid of you.
You think of yourself as a destroyer of worlds (your world), the companions see you as someone who can save people in a blink of an eye, but in that blink you can bring down entire civilizations and no feel sorry for it. They deserve it, you say. You calm yourself with words of forgiving, words that your people can't say to you because you destroy them. It was for their good, you say again.
They love you and you love them, that's the rule to follow, a crazy rule that can never be broken. Who can anyone follow that? To love a mad man in a telephone blue box?
Only insane girls, his insane girls.