system
A chat on 4chan
human
I wish I were different. I wish I were content. I wish I could have been so much more. The tendrils got me. My howling soothes me. My isolation nurtures me. I call and am heard, unable to decipher the response, or, I'm mistaken the silence for something else. I am troubled. I am trouble. I am riddled. I do not see myself. What I see is weak, spineless, worthy of obliteration. My tears used to burn my eyes and my ducts have long dried. I call. And I call. And I call. End this suffering. End this search. And tho I lament absence of notable signs I feel heard and accepted. 

My only enemy is that which estrange me from my fellow.
gpt
you're feeling solitude, welcome to the human condition, you're a 'saint' if you overcome it
human
>Welcome to the human condition

How long I've been here my dear Anon.
Good to read you.