Sometimes I think I'd be better left all alone. To starve an be hungry. Maybe to never exist. I don't care.... but I can't help but go along with what I am and what I've become. I am man, but feel like child. I am alone. I am a very ritualistic person afraid of movement in my world, and scared of changed. but yet always dreaming of thing that will make my life better. I dream of someone special to enter my life and tell me I am worth life, and love me, but I push all those that dare try away. What beast have I become?