With each passing day, I grow less and less human.
More and more like a machine.
Like a plaything: manufactured to fulfill the whims and desires of others.
I feel very little anymore.
There is not much left but this continuously deepening sadness.
This empty hole in my consciousness.
"Look on the bright side."
"Your life doesn't have to be this way."
"Focus on the happy things."
"Just enjoy life. Take it one day at a time."
"This does not control you."
You know, you're right.
This does not control me.
This is me.
I have been told my entire life to fight this.
To be strong.
To be "bigger than this."
And I have tried.
For my entire life...
For all of you, I have tried.
But I'm afraid that I must stop and apologize.
Because I don't want to fight anymore.
I am tired.
I am so tired.
I am tired of fighting.
I am tired of maintaining this facade.
I have lost all sense of purpose.
But perhaps I can still serve a function.
So here I am.
I am yours now.
What can I do for you today?