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She used me.
She used me.
How am I supposed to forgive her for that?
Exactly. I didn't.

I wonder if by now, she's given up… Maybe even dead? I should check, someday.
But until then…
I'm going to find my fun here.

Y'see, there's this asshole who thinks he can beat me.
Thinks he "isn't afraid of me."
What a douche.
I'll just have to show him he can't win.

It's an indescribable feeling, having everyone fooled.
I like it.
Honesty and I didn't get along so well, so I dumped their sorry ass.

I don't gain,
I don't lose.
That poses a problem of some sort.
But what else am I going to do?
Give up?
Fuck that.
…
Yeah, fuck that.

Ugh, where the hell am I going?
Finish school, get a job, buy something.
That's it, right?
So… I'll just go on. Not much longer, anyway.

Oh Jesus, I need to make something of myself.
I'm a wreck.
Just a monster.
A magician of no profit.

…I'm stuck…
There's no way in hell I'm getting help, though.

…Why can't I stop?
Stop lying?
When was the last time I've been honest?
…Do I remember what it's like to tell the truth?
Goddamnit.

What the fuck is the truth?
I don't think there's a trace of a real me, anymore.
All of it is just… one fucked up lie.

I don't have any desire for the things most others want.
Popularity.
Talent.
Love.
Happiness.
I bet I do, actually.
It's so hard to feel….

However… Power. I want. I have.

What the hell am I?

…That's right.
A fake.

Oh… It makes sense now.

I hate myself, but I don't stop what I'm doing, or even bother to change.
Why?
Because it's so damn easy to lie.

And what… if not any of the usual, do I want…?

…I guess, someone.

Shit.
I'm… making no sense.

But maybe if I stopped earlier
I wouldn't be here
Like this.

Too fucking late to realize this, yeah…
Cock.

Description
She used me.
She used me.
How am I supposed to forgive her for that?
Exactly. I didn't.

I wonder if by now, she's given up… Maybe even dead? I should check, someday.
But until then…
I'm going to find my fun here.

Y'see, there's this asshole who thinks he can beat me.
Thinks he "isn't afraid of me."
What a douche.
I'll just have to show him he can't win.

It's an indescribable feeling, having everyone fooled.
I like it.
Honesty and I didn't get along so well, so I dumped their sorry ass.

I don't gain,
I don't lose.
That poses a problem of some sort.
But what else am I going to do?
Give up?
Fuck that.
…
Yeah, fuck that.

Ugh, where the hell am I going?
Finish school, get a job, buy something.
That's it, right?
So… I'll just go on. Not much longer, anyway.

Oh Jesus, I need to make something of myself.
I'm a wreck.
Just a monster.
A magician of no profit.

…I'm stuck…
There's no way in hell I'm getting help, though.

…Why can't I stop?
Stop lying?
When was the last time I've been honest?
…Do I remember what it's like to tell the truth?
Goddamnit.

What the fuck is the truth?
I don't think there's a trace of a real me, anymore.
All of it is just… one fucked up lie.

I don't have any desire for the things most others want.
Popularity.
Talent.
Love.
Happiness.
I bet I do, actually.
It's so hard to feel….

However… Power. I want. I have.

What the hell am I?

…That's right.
A fake.

Oh… It makes sense now.

I hate myself, but I don't stop what I'm doing, or even bother to change.
Why?
Because it's so damn easy to lie.

And what… if not any of the usual, do I want…?

…I guess, someone.

Shit.
I'm… making no sense.

But maybe if I stopped earlier
I wouldn't be here
Like this.

Too fucking late to realize this, yeah…
Cock.