He sat there alone and listening to his own music. It was a lonely night with few people walking past him. Nobody cared about him. They were all strangers. People but with masks. People with things to do. People rushing to get what they want, go where they want, doing what they want. Want, want and want. And that's all they had. They were humans. With needs and wants. With emotions.
He didn't have that. It wasn't his choice. They just weren't there to begin with. Ever since he gained consciousness, he never felt anything. He didn't want be happy, he didn't want to be sad, he didn't want anything. He pretended to want these things but nobody ever knew his...secret. He pretended to be happy with his friends, laughed when they laughed, smiled when they smiled and thought when they thought. He was a mirror.
He lied to his family and said he wanted to be an engineer. He failed at it. And then he lied saying he wanted to be a graphic designer. He lied and lied and lied. He didn't even know why. He just wanted to do what he wanted, he wanted to just live. He was not human. He was an animal.
And he was all alone.