What I am going to write is a cumulus of crap that shouldn't be read, though my dysfunctional humanity is causing it to be published.

I don't want to be a human being, I shouldn't be alive, I should have born as an animal. I can pretend to be a normal human being, I can be a model human being, but inside I know who I am, I am conscious of my fraud towards the World. I never forget I am not what the World sees, I know what I truly am.
("I have no mouth and I must scream", and it cannot be heard, nothingness cannot be heard)

I want to be coherent with my own narrative, I want to make a favour to myself and become nobody, because nobody has ever been a human, nothingness can't be a human.

Nobody deserves nothing, nobody gets nothing,

Why would you care about nobody?

Nobody cannot be cared of, because nothingness cannot be appreciated, nothingness cannot be seen, nobody cannot be seen,
even Nobody cannot care of its own nothingness...

My pseudo existence begins to make sense as soon as I realize I am not a human being but Nobody.