You're not like me, you are.. Someone else.
How'd you find this? Were you looking for it?
I am not him, I am.. Someone else.
My name is Cole Sullivan, I do find myself in pieces of others.
I am the dark part, I am the shadow.
I feel myself be like Dexter Morgan, Joe Goldberg, Hannibal Lecter or even Patrick Bateman.
I am in pieces because if someone would see both of us, they would be.. Afraid.
Tyler Durden is a true image of society, MrRobot is the force of one over-pressured powerful being.
People don't usually look under the mask of others, I can see others. I can see right through them.
Only thing is that I have that deep void for connection, regardless if I ignore it or if I even try to take it out..
It still stays because it's so wrapped up inside me that a forced rip would completely unstabilize the person I've been making for quite a while now.
Just like a building, over a decade of moving furniture around.. A whole office being active from morning to night, a parking garage operated 24/7 and one bad day.
One singular unfortunate day, the people who worked for the company - either get fired or get placed to a different facility. Because of destruction.
Tyler sees that, even if he was created out of mental distabilization and brutal honesty.
Truth is that I am all for violence, I.. Enjoy, the process.
Sometimes I scare people just by playing around with my friends sometimes.
I am a natural predator, a hunter. The brutal truth is that the most exciting animal to hunt.. Is human.
I am not just explaining my own situation, just plainly hiding it so that if someone goes.. 'Under the mask', he'll find something useless. Since I do not hide the truth.
Pure power comes from the destruction of something unfathomable by anyone ordinary. True chaos for a 'traditional vs modern' war.
Since nothing else really matters, only the true definition of natural life, deeply matters
The negative side of my own darkness is that I have a humane part, an illness.
I had a girlfriend once.. She loved me uncontitionally, traditionally, truly cared for me..
And she did feed that void I had, although she developed a more mature part of me and also an unhealthy root.
–That mature part of me thinks more logically, has no effect on feelings.
–That sickness, is the hope that she grew in me. That people CAN be better, CAN change, CAN see my true self.
But noone does, that is the honest truth. She cared for me because I was what she needed, a stable stool, a helping hand, a person therapist..
Do I have what I need? No.
But she was able to provide me it...?
Yeah, she was the only person.
I never knew love, so I never quite acknowledged how it actually is portrayed.
Which that gave me a reason to look in a more 'contrasted' view, and got me to
believe that I am 2 parts, same as 'yin yang'.
But then, there has to be a blend/a mix between them. And so I talked, with him
As far as I'm concerned:
–I am logical. I want to see the truth and have as much control as possible.
–The other is a fantasy focused individual, with 'hope'/'faith'..
But it isn't what we all see, is it?
So I had to accept that, the fantasy part of me does care about me.
Regardless of it's flaws, there is a balance between us two.