I've never been a very social person.
I've never had a girlfriend, and nobody ever loved me outside of my immediate family. My only friends are people like me and people who feel sorry for me.
I was constantly neglected, mocked, and bullied. They'd call me names like "insane" or "psychopath"
That's why I decided to end it all.
No, no, not that way. The other way.
Now if you'll excuse me, there's a piece of flesh stuck in my chainsaw that's being a bit stubborn.