People damage me and my life until they need my help.  I help them. I like it to be alone. Not because I like loneliness, but because I can't bear humans anymore.

People complain that I'm silent, but I'm silent because they wouldn't endure the weight of my words.

I see arguing people, and I see how both sides are wrong. But I wouldn't be able to explain it to one of them without him putting me in the same box as the other one.

So... not fun at all. I wonder if it's possible to make a joke out of this life.
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