Ouch, you don't have to aim that thing right at me. When I was younger I used to think to myself: "Why don't girls like me? I'm so cool!" Then I realized that no, BaffleTrot, you're a fucking loser and everybody within line of sight of you can tell. Most people are nice enough to me, they really just want me to get on with my day, and I oblige. Thus, I silently move through the world, always at the periphery, always faceless, just a gentle nightmare roaming the world. I deserve this life, but it's not because of what I did. I'm not a perfect person, but neither is anyone else and I'll be damned to say that I ever did anything worse than the rest of those happy smiling normies.