what a terrible person you are...you flaunt sex with pervertedness and promiscuity... then you justify it with excuses like 'it's not so bad, i'm only human' and such... but your aberations disgust those around you... how many 'real' people have loved you in the 'real' world... name one... name one and you're saved... for your loneliness you drown it out with short-lived romance... feeding off self-validation... don't you get tired? I'd be exhausted... it's not funny when it's you though is it? it's not funny discovering all that 'love' was all a lie... how would that feel... your whole life you've been encompasing a lie... that nothing you've ever felt for anyone was 'real' or 'human'... it was all part of the lie... part of the game... part of the sickness... because you're sick and you know it... so you run from it... and never look back... it's all in the past now... it's all over now... it doesn't haunt you anymore... no one knows you... what does it mean to 'know' someone... nobody ever knows anyone ever... no one knows you... but they all know the game... because everyone has played it at some point as well... and they've all been so alone inside for much too long... now it's time for you to come out of it and be there with the rest of the world... and feel something real...do't mind me, I'm just as alone as you are.