I don't want to be me.

And never did.

I never wanted to be "the one".

At least not with all the BS that goes along with it.

I just want to get the job done and go home.

Sex, money, fame, sorry, but that is not who I am.

I cannot accept your love because to me it is not real. Your reality to me is not real.

Until you admit and face the truth about yourself, the world around you will be a lie also.

And that is why I feel that if I must be lonely, I think I would rather be alone.

Sure, parts of me hate the human species, and want to destroy it. But all of me knows that until "it" learns, things will never change. It will be like turning off a TV that is fuzzy without actually fixing it. You have to fix the problem.

And even though I can fix it, and quite easily, I am still harboring too much anger toward you.

That is my burden, and I must face it, alone.