Ive spent my whole life in the dark of the real world. I lived in a lab, where my only company were the characters in the books I read. But not even they could hold me as I fell apart, touch my cold, soft skin completely unaltered by the damages of other people. Even though I lacked friends and support, I made up for it throguh knowledge. I knew everything about everything, believing I would bever need to use any of this knowledge. It was the only power I had in the weak body I was in. I thought that the real world was fake, somehow a myth. But ever since being released from the lab, my life has completely changed.

The harsh reality is, the world is hard to fit into. Everyone expects you to just magically know everything about this complicated life, but you dont. Its been 342 days that I have been out of that murky room and all I want to do is go running back to it. Through all the pain Ive suffered there, it is much greater out here.

But I dont want to fit in. I know more than anyone else here, but since I dont understand the meaning of “love”, I am worthless?

Humans are beyond complicated.