So, here goes. I’ve worn a mask my entire life, and after 30 years I’m finally tired of wearing it. I’ve pretended to feel emotional attachment. I’ve had to teach myself social protocol. I’ve used wits and a charming smile to manipulate people to get what I want. I have no remorse. I don’t honestly think I’ve ever experienced it. I also can’t recall ever feeling genuine love. For anyone. I mean sure, I’ve felt a vague affection for people, my wife for one, but love? Supposedly it’s supposed to make one give up everything for another person, but I’ve never felt anything like that. Hell, the only strong emotion I’ve ever really felt is when I occasionally get angry. I’m pretty sure I might be a sociopath, or a psychopath, or some sort of path, but I’ve never felt an urge to kill people. I know I could, I could even get away with it and I wouldn’t feel bad about it, I’ve just never felt any desire to. I don’t know what to do with this though. I’m tired of the mask, tired of pretending to care about anything. Ugh.