Has anyone lied on this site?

Oh come on, you can tell me, I’m this random person on the internet who you’ll never meet right? Wrong. For all we know we’re bumping into each other regularly but we don’t know, why? Because this thing inside us all doesn’t have a face besides ours. We give it life, a body, and a soul to torture. I know I do. I’ve met people out there who I’d love to have a deep conversation with but the thing is that isn’t an option for a great majority of us. Most of us go floating through our lives until we bump into another, like abandoned ships in the sea. Those who you do bump into always take a piece of you though, the only upside to that is that sometimes you get a small piece in return. This is probably some nonsensical ramblings made by a madman, drunk on society’s false promises. I don’t know why I try anymore. I don’t know what this thing inside my head is, I’ve screamed at it for fucking years! FUCKING YEARS! It has no ears, or maybe it does, this is too fucking good at its job to know exactly what it’s doing to us. My only question is how did somewhere along the line, this become something that nature decided we needed? Where? Because this thing has no practical application for any of us. We’re just different. I don’t know if we’re broken, but we can never be the same. This turned into a great, rambling, thing but I’m happy I wrote it.