I've never had anything my whole life. Born in the gutter. For a long time, I didn't even know who my parents were. Even when I eventually found out who they were, I wished that I hadn't. 

Life isn't for everyone. That much, I know for sure. I've seen sad thing's. Done sad thing's. Had sad thing's done to me. I am now, as I have always been, alone. It hurts, sometimes. But why would I want to start a family, or even have friends? I have nothing to pass on except sadness. My pain.

If I fall to the temptation, then I inflict my curse onto others. And I can't allow that. So here I am, trying to suffer in silence,  the only way I know how. By talking to no one... except myself. 

So I'm sorry. But I can't be with you.