Thinking, hating, but of course I won't change. I'm little more than an animal: eat, sleep, look at and long after pretty things and feel emotions about everything. I should be more like those higher, nobler, more intellectual types who forget they even have a body in their mental pursuits, are logical and unemotional, and only care about the deeper, abstract things in life, pursued in solitude. About the only non-animal thing about me is my low sex drive.

As long as I'm a failure of a person I might as well try to enjoy it though.