I'm a fuck-up. Girls don't like me. Why don't they like me? I have no idea. Clearly, I haven't got the slightest on how to flirt and seduce, and that's not even in my capacity. Probably because of the way my mind works. But the girls who are nice enough to intact with me, they grow cold and disappear pretty soon. That has to mean I'm a creep and that nobody likes me, but what's the worst is that I can't even fathom what I'm doing wrong. To boot, even if I did, I could just learn to fake the behavior, but when the push would come to shove, I would get unveiled, by myself. Because I'm not a man. Just some shit that's not even human, that doesn't belong anywhere. I'm not a man. Just a miserable existence full of pain, lost between manic and depression days. I can't tell which one is the reality anymore, for a long time now. This is the end of the line, the bottom of the well.

How could love ever save the world? My world. With demons bigger than the sky.

No fixing, just tearing everything down with a hope of being reborn. What a concept. Hope. Keeping me alive.