Everything I do, say, or think is wrong. No one at all cares when I suffer, at all. I'm so used to it that I hardly care what happens to me, other than the visceral reaction nothing inside my shambling shell changes. I am less than nothing, I am an offense to every eye that sees me. I am only intelligent enough to know that I am stupid, and the hope I have is that the smear of what I once was is snuffed out in absurdity of unshakable faith.