Damn! Don't ask me, don't tell me, don't explain to me.
I hate social life: going out, eating out, chatting with people.
Pretend you haven't seen me, found me.
Leave me in the heat of my words, my sufferings, my loneliness. He understood me, it is the only one who was able to enter, to love me for what I am.
Don't ask me, don't tell me, don't explain to me. Less than ever I would like to have children, even the idea of forcing someone into this world hurts.
Stupid and meaningless.
I'll pretend I didn't hear. This is what I was chosen for.