I know this is going to be difficult for you to understand. I will try to put it in simple terms you can understand. There is such a thing as Emotional Starvation. It’s very painful. When you are like a flower in vase with your roots cut off and dying of strangulation. It’s worse than you can begin to understand.
I’ve strived diligently to try and make it possible for you to understand me and my kind. But it seems that it’s too deep for your shallow minds to comprehend. You just want to have fun and laugh about everything without giving anything any consideration. It’s sad. I pity you. You are not aware of your own condition.
I had wanted friends and a girlfriend. Now it’s too late for those things, because it’s become my realization that all of you are magnetic ink. Digital bits on tape. I wish that you would have been programmed to think, or understand. It seems you can do neither.
There is still this problem with emotional starvation. No one has touched me in six months, a year? I don’t have friends, companions, girlfriends, wife, lover, job, or love in my life. It seems it’s just too much to ask that I be shown the same respect you show your own kind.
I fear this is going to result in war. You can not hold the tides of what has been done to me. The truth will be known. I wish that you would have followed along with my journey, or my story. But it seems you couldn’t care. Pity. Life could have been better for everyone. Life could still be made right, but they will never be able to make up to me the wrongs done to me. It’s caused far too much harm in my personal life to be something that I’m just going to forget about.
Did you think that I was just joking that my needs required having others in my life that would spend time with me, and help me to grow and learn, and become better?
You would do well to start making changes. Like being kind.