The Unlikely's Book 1: The Doctor and The Mafia

The Doctor Have you ever been in a desperate situation and your grip just seems to loosen? Where the only thing you tell yourself is "hang on," over and over again? The feeling of lifelessness and hopelessness seeping through your body. But you hang on, you keep on going because there are people who would be devastated if you left. There would be people that you love turn into a monster. A lifeless monster. They would turn into me. Even I, who has a legitimate reason to hate the world, wouldn't wish that upon anyone. Those who read this may think of me as lonely, but one cannot be lonely if you've never had anyone in the first place. There are others though, people who think I have it all. I have everything I could possibly want, I gained respect, trust, power, and money. Who wouldn't want to be me. I'll tell you who, me. But I'd rather be me than anyone else. To subject another person in my misery is unfair and undeserving. Of course, I retain some foolish hope that I am indeed worthy of love but sorrow is my best friend and pain my shadow. You get used to it.