me, myself, and I

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From the last part: What does such care feel like? To be loved by family? 

There are a lot of different types of love in this world, different types for different people. I would like to experience what love is. Family, friends, or a significant other. The only love I've gotten near close to is self love. There isn't a lot of me to love, their is nothing special about me. I've got a basic body and basic personality. 

There is too much thinking to do, these thoughts keep rushing in. It's like a bucket filled up with water and the bucket has a hole in it.  The water would rush out of the bucket but it seems like my bucket is really huge since it won't stop leaking. Mayhap rain is filling up my bucket. I was never successful at shutting down these thoughts. Wouldn't life be more peaceful if they stopped? But then again it might be really lonely. I consider my thoughts as annoying friends. It might be better to have friends that annoy you but still stay with you then have no friends at all. Company. 

It seems like I'm really good at wasting time when I'm not aware of that. How many hours had passed since I first entered this room? Reality struck me again. Why would the child figure lock me here? To kill me? It would be a painful death, starving in this room with nothing but myself to accomply me. I'll die alone. I don't want a painful death, I want a quick death so I would'nt even know what's going on till I go to another world. What's life after death, there are so many different answers to this question. I let in, I crumpled to the floor. I was tired and exhausted from thinking too much. I rested my head on the floor, it was smooth and hard. I didn't care about that, all I need is a rest. After the quick rest I'll be able to figure out a plan. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better.

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