See you, space cowboy.

"So detached from the world, yet so willing to trust. But the undeniable doubts are still there - People will never fail to disappoint, and it makes the shell around me close every time I'm proven right. There's no attachment, no relationship... Not even with the people that share my own blood. I know that when they die one day, when they disappear from my life, I won't be crying.

I only cry selfish tears. I only cry for myself, not for the pain of others. And it hurts more, knowing that. Seeing the faces of my family and friends, returning their kindness, love, and care with fake words of comfort, casual jokes, and hugs. But I'm so dependent on their company - on the feeling that at least one person out there needs me in their lives... That someone treasures my existence, no matter how imperfect it may be.

It's horrible, I know. But I suppose that's just another reason why I'm so selfish.

While people use me for my advice, my company, and, perhaps, even to make themselves feel a little better about the lives that they lead, I care for none of them.

They're simply nothing to me but a relief from the loneliness, and even if my life could span across centuries, there's no way that I could be lead to think otherwise."