I feel as if everything was planned. My demise, my feelings, my disdain. My antropophobia, my apathetic nature toward the world, humans and life...my frustration and emptiness with no real core. This machine knows that it will cease to function, and that it is not a matter of time...it was already known. I have always felt this way since my earliest years alive, and I feel there truly is no escape, just apathy towards the problem.