An automaton

I am too god damn selfish to walk away.

I am inadequate, mediocre and inferior. I already know that I'm not good enough. I am unworthy of love, unworthy of your compassion. I don't mean to be a burden, I don't want to stand in your way and impose on you. I can't help myself though... I fall apart too darn often.

Would things be better if I left?
Would I be sad knowing no one is fighting for me to stay?

My salvation has crumbled to dust, the only morsel of bread I have left has been snatched away. The only drip of water dashed away... Tell me, why do I feel tortured in my trust?

I have only myself to blame.

Do you think I can bear to stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I'm an automaton- a machine without feelings?
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The kitty (ideas for names? Six) I picked up on my way home. Black ball of fur, with white socks and a patch of white on his chest. Parents are making a fuss though, after grandma told on me. I hope I've found him a permanent home here...

People aren't that heartless, are they?