I'm just fine, sir.

My day was good, sir.

Indeed it was.

Why do you ask?

Well, as a matter of fact,

Masturbating, criticising, getting numbed and loneliness.

Why is that, sir?

I just crawl.

I'm actually bored after all.

But, being honest now,

Ran over, humiliated, disgusted and forgotten one more time.

I mean, who isn't, you know?

Who does not have one of these?

Aren't I lucky, in the end?

I am just a regular individual.

Drousy, paranoid, diving deep and contemplating suicide.

I'm just a man, mister.

It's only my commitment with nothing.

I live one more day and that's just fine.

I mean, it's not like I'm worried, all in all.

Here it comes again, that pain underneath.

Everyone feels it.

We just don't know what it is.

I'm repeating myself sir, don't let me keep you.

Am I a burden?