Culkin.

I’m at another altar. I’ve found something that relates. I’ve found more that don’t, leaving me further in a ditch of incapability and loneliness. I can say, quite honestly, that I’ve rarely been one for complaining about being alone, or feeling alone. But that carries back to even still being completely void of all and any emotions. I’m just a hollow, ugly egg. I have to be done. I’m right there. You need to stop now.