"I feel so tired these days... so alone."
"You've always been alone. You never wanted anyone before."
"Maybe I've changed... maybe I need people now. Maybe I need acceptance, and prestige and acknowledgement."
"Maybe you need to remember who you are."
"Damn you. You cannot ease the doubts that eat away at my core... every single day."
"So it's sycophancy you seek, flattery, a kind of masturbation for your ego."
"Everyone seeks approval. You describe it with such vehement disgust."
"I am you. You understand the reason why this mentality disgusts us."
"So what do I do? I'm eroding away. It actually hurts sometimes."
"Let it consume you."
"No. I do not want to lose what little human emotion I have left."
"You are nothing. Nothing of importance. There is nothing of value in that twisted, masochistic soul of yours. It's only your own arrogance that makes you believe otherwise. Do you disagree with me?"
"I do not."
"You deserve nothing in life, apart from what you carve out for yourself with bloodied hands. Do you remember this sentiment?"
"I remember."
"Take nothing for granted. Remember that you are scum. And stop feeling for other people- they are scum too."
"You can't be right..."
"But I've been right every single time haven't I? Every time you've really ever wanted something- you've failed."
"Yes... I have failed myself... over and over... But I did not fail the parameters that society set for me... I used it as a prop to justify my persistence. "
"And because you resorted to using society's barometer, you began to think of yourself as an achiever- even as you remain a disappointment to your own self."
"Yes... you're right."
"Remember what you really are."
"I understand."
"Do not feel for another. It is never deserved. Are you crying you fool?"
"I... am nothing if I do not feel."
"Then become nothing. Become the monster you despise most."
"Is there no other way?"
"You showed the world your best. The world destroyed it. Now show it your worst."
