"What are you looking at? Yes, I am well aware of my unkempt appearance; so what? I'd rather you just ignore me than rain your false concerns upon me. After all, you will only return to your happy little daily routine you call 'life'. Well, I have news for you. 'Life', as you put it, is just nothing more than a struggle, and happiness in itself is a bullshit concept. So why do I bother living, you ask?
"Hell, I do not even know myself. I am sure there is a reason as to why I am still breathing; frankly I really don't care. Once I make sense of things, I may just take myself back into the cold embrace only Death can give to me. I really have not decided, since i'm still trying to kill myself, with no success so far.
"Try to understand--I do not want your help, I do not want your pity, and I certainly do not want your attention. I would rather just be anothr nameless, faceless shadow. I almost look the part, do I not? More like a ghost, I suppose, with my very unhealthy complexion. You must think my rambling makes me come off as insane.
"Not quite there, yet. But I am sure I'm well on the way.
"I've just been feeling very differently, since I remember being alive. I used to feel so strong, but now I feel so sickly, and I get weak easily. I suppose my almost anorexic appearance doesn't make me appear any healthier either...but what's it to you, anyway? It is like I am still dead...everything is so cold around me, and I am deathly pale.
"I suppose I have said enough. I do thank you for pretending that you cared to listen to it, now would you be so kind as to do me a favour and fuck off?"
