I haven't found romantic love, that's for sure. The only progress I've made so far, is on obtaining a degree in a subject which teaches me how to manipulate living beings within restrictions and make further advancements in the field of Science. My passion for this twisted line of work is the only factor keeping me from falling headfirst into a pool of depression and who knows what other kind of diabolical stuff waiting for me just round the corner. The past two years have transformed me into an adult who is unable to react appropriately in social situations or even display genuine emotion for that matter. I've become a psychopathic freak and I can't help but feel proud of this recent development. I feel just like a rebellious lab rat that is expected to behave in a certain manner in simulated environment, but chooses not to. I'd better learn to live by acceptable social norms or shall risk getting poisoned by the scientist who's tolerated my antics long enough.
