How can I explain to you? I'm nothing. I'm worthless. I'm everything you've all said before. You don't want to know me, so what are you doing here? Just leave me alone. Let me rot. Let me die. It's what my life is worth. It's worth nothing. So don't tell me you care. Don't tell me you want to know me. Don't. Run. Stay far away. I'm nothing but bad news. You don't want to see inside of me, because what you'll see is so ugly, so terrifying. Everything's wrecked on the inside, shattered into pieces, full of poison. Knowing me is about as good for you as taking a knife and stabbing yourself full of holes. So do yourself a favor, and just leave me the hell alone.