Hahaha. Its funny. I'm at acceptance stage of death. And not dying or trying to. I'm content. And sick of hiding. I don't see reason to private, lie or sugarcoat. But you guys wanna know full well the truth. I hate myself, I feel alone, I feel demeaned, I feel useless. And almost none of it is you guys. Yu are just blunt of verbal arrows, mostly. But the fact is that I feel and am alone. Or so I think. And it causes a nice spiral. But at this point I've accepted it all. I'm a monster. I'm useless. Alone.