Obdurate I was lost, lost in the path that time took when he was still a child. I had no emotions back then, so why would people dislike me? Was I too blunt in saying how I felt or just scared to know what the truth is? Lavishing things on myself, I wasn't really a good artist, or writer; I always thought that I was nothing at all. No emotion, no life, no regrets. I never imagined how life could be without a person like me. Sad, depressed, and unpredictable, I know that I am that. I am damned now.

All I am is obdurate and turgid. ha those fools what fools they are. Seeing that they are humans but not animals. Then what are we? Automated, obsolete, and equable? That's new. All I know is your life sucks but mines better.