The plain o'le description

Nobody understands. Nobody know. I'm a loner. I sit in my lonely corner. Watching the footsteps crash the concrete and continues all day long. I have no backstory. No name. No anything. Not even a home. I sit in the ally and well... I numb the pain... I slowly open up creases in my arms and slowly evacuate my feelings. Sometimes it's satisfying sometimes it's torture. But we all live with it at some point. My points happen to be my daily life. It's just one of disadvantages of being a perk.