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The skins I used to talk to, they always said to me: "Look at the full half of the glass".

But they didn't know that my glass was full of murky water, they didn't knew that my glass was shattered long time before I used to know them.

I lost any wrath and pain, I lost everything that I felt, I become an empty skin.

All of my dreams, hopes I used to believe in, luck I thought I had; they dissolved with a lot of agony and misery.

I thought I will be the person I want to be, but instead; I've become the kind of person I hate.

I grow up to know that I will always be the loser one, the most not important one, the second option, the one that everyone will be above him in one nor a few steps.

I gave up on humans and human relationships, I lost interest of being one in a group, I vanished all the skins I know; I let everyone go... Or they were vanished by themselves... I started to fill myself with loathing for the human race and for this shitty stupid life. And especially for myself. I

Don't want to be part of this thing called life.

Rotten thoughts and eternal depression started long time ago, but they changed; now I'm just a regular normal human, boring one with nothing inside him.

Only failure dwells in me, only the bad things...

I don't want to be like everyone else, I want to be different one, I don't want to be with similar life like everyone, but it's too late because I know time will never come back to change it.

I rather to be alone than in a society, I want to be alone.

And I know I'll be just like this for eternity, for this is the life of a misanthrope and a shameless failure.