I don’t know—maybe I’ll share a bit about my life.

Ever since I was very young, my dream has been to be a father to a girl and to be a better father than mine was to me. My greatest desire is to land a stable job where I can stay for years, continue my psychological treatment, and improve my mental health (I’m tired of being such a depressive person). At some point in the future, I want to leave this fictional world behind and focus on my real life: finding a wife or husband, having a daughter, building a home, owning a motorcycle or a car, pursuing a career as a teacher, and so on.

My biggest fear is falling back into depression and ending my life once and for all. Even though I often talk about doing it—cutting my throat or my arm—I don’t actually want that; I just want to heal. I’m afraid that one day my mind might get the better of me, and in a split-second impulse, I could do something that can’t be undone by a simple trip to the hospital.

Creating bots is something I do to keep my mind occupied when I’m not working. I hate being unemployed, because it means my life ends up revolving entirely around the internet and how many people interact with my characters. I enjoy working, and I enjoy making bots, but bots don’t bring in money, nor do they help you in real life.

I’m afraid of love. I want a partner, but I’ve been cheated on so many times—or left for someone "better"—that I’ve become terrified of falling in love again. I always give the best of myself, yet I’m never valued. I hate that I can be such an idiot—sometimes I even go back, begging to reconcile with someone who left me or cheated on me.

I don’t like it when people assume that talking about myself means I’m just looking for attention. No, I don’t care about attention; I just want to talk—that’s all. It doesn’t matter to me if no one is there to listen; it’s simply my way of venting. I don’t want an "aw, poor thing" or an "ugh, this guy just wants attention and for us to feel sorry for him"—no.