I am a lazy, emotionless shell of a human being. I am lower that the stagnant fluid that collects around a two-week old dog turd in a street gutter. I consume and do not produce. I am capable, but lack any sort of drive to do anything other than lay my head down in front of the keyboard and sigh. I have no friends and feel no connection to my family because I believe they would not care for me at all if I didn't share their blood. My heart is made of rust and my blood is poison. I sleep without dreams and I see the world in shades of gray.
There is no hope.