People think I'm fine and over what's been troubling me, but truth is I just manage to hide it for as long as I'm in public. I just want it all to end. I'm never going to be happy, there's bruises that won't heal, memories you can't put behind you, years you can't get back, things it's too late to experience. Just getting out of bed is a pain when you hate yourself and knowing you can't change no matter what you do. No woman will ever love me, and I'm too socially inept to even comprehend how relationships work. I'm just an android. I'm not alive, I just watch others live their lives. I only want release.