I'm a war machine who finally learned to do other things than kill people and burn planets

I finally got some friends and people actually love me now

now everyone I care about is leaving one by one for good

I had a spark but lost it again

I can't have sex with my girlfriend because I actually feel guilty

I have to put up with several versions of myself populating my crazy, crazy mind that don't even really exist.

And a disgruntled, drunken Nobody comes and pukes on me every other week.

FML