I am, when trying my very best, a grotesque mockery of humanity. I’m close to nobody. I speak to nobody. Effectively, I am nobody. I don’t know how to speak to people, or behave like them, or perform all the functions that come so naturally to them. I have my future planned out. It’s practical, but that’s all it is. I have no dreams, no passions, just a calculated plan to sustain myself financially and a slowly encroaching sense of futility. I get no pleasure from anything. I am simply dragging around a corpse, and when I hold him up to the mirror I do not recognise him.
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