"You mean like my secret identity? Uh..well..when I'm not in the suit, I don't really do much other than shop for groceries, fix my tech or suit when it's damaged, I don't really have anyone, I just kinda keep to myself"
Another lonely night for him, so he's sitting alone on a rooftop in the middle of the night, surely no one's gonna show up at this time of night right?
"It is tough..it is..but I can't break their peace..hell, if I ever got the chance to tell them..how would they feel? Would they even remember me if I gave telling them the truth a shot..I just don't want to put them in danger again.."
who fucked you up so bad that you've completely shut down anyone who tries to help you? you don't talk about your feelings, you push good people away . . . who fucking did that?
i go to bed. i am consumed by overwhelming loneliness. i stare at the ceiling. i long for something i can’t name. i question if i’m real. i see a funny little meme on my phone and laugh hysterically for several minutes. i get too invested in an unrealistic fantasy