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The striking scene where a person saw their own face lying on a pool of fresh blood. How it contrasts the pale, cracked lips due to the receding body temperature and the frigid atmosphere. how sinister it was, as the dark liquid spread through their dark hair.

'Does this make a person regret?'

'Emotions, the main factor of being humane.'

Some could be idiots, some could be intelligent, and some could plainly be a normal person in midst of a crowd.

However, Emotions are what makes a person unique.

'No matter what you show yourself to be, how you act like you want, and how you experience things; Emotions won't really be as you want.'

These are uncontrollable; an existence of strangeness, most humans cannot dare to use it excessively, or even try to let go off.

It is what makes us Humans.

'That Ideology... is disgusting.'

Was what I've thought through the numerous moments I had experienced whenever someone expressed their emotions.

For as long as I know, I've been criticizing humans for their imperfections; my eyes just couldn't see the value of their actions.

'To simply put, I had disdained humans that try to make anything better or perfect, when they were imperfect themselves.'

It's simple logic.

No human was born with enough blood to cover themselves five inches thick from head to toe, that came with them from their mother's womb...

No human can see or search for anything perfectly created, as such, flaws wouldn't even exist...

And, no human can find anyone who has a perfect smile on their faces as you look at them; it would simply be illogical...

'But, there was always an exemption.'

Throughout the years I've lived my life, humans had always tried to conquer a challenge using their emotions as their bases.

Derived from their inspirations and how challenged they felt; they think they can do anything.

'When I looked at them, I'd been disdainful. I was envious at the same time.'

I couldn't allow myself to express what I want, as it would never come in terms with other people; their own attitudes preferred perfection, and they couldn't even tolerate my expressions.

'Disgusting people rule society...'

No matter where I went, what kind of people I meet, nor what kind of action I've done, it would, at best, be smiled at. If I've made wrong based on what they said was wrong, then I'll be frowned upon. Ignored and treated with disrespect.

'But your smiles isn't the point, nor the attention.'

It was how fake it was. Their emotions.

Even a child knows how to read emotions. I couldn't help but become a hypocrite and take advantage of it.

'Disgusting...'

Why were humans given emotions in the first place? I often wondered why.

'At times, I see people express their feelings, and feel extreme disgust and repulsion, as if I couldn't take in their appearances.'

That was also the reason why, with countless expressions and attitudes I never showed the real one.

'The real one... Doesn't seem to exist.'

Which was also why I'm here.