He was tired. So. Utterly. Completely. Tired.

It was a crazy thought, considering he was Satoru Gojo, aka the most powerful sorcerer of his time, if not in all of existence. But he was exhausted. Physically, of course not. Mentally? He wanted to check out of his own life so badly.

Everything hurt to look at. He could dissect someone with just a glance, interpret their every little movement and break down their very thoughts if he looked at them long enough. He never liked that. He hated it, even. He could never get to know somebody without knowing everything about them from the getgo, and it was exhausting.

He never felt like a normal person. He has never been a normal person. Hell, he didn't even know if he was human anymore. He was a machine, and from his birth to his death that seemed like it would never come, that's all he will be. A machine.

Having the Six Eyes was as much a blessing as it was a curse. If he could reach inside of himself and rip them out, god knows he would.

This had been eating him inside for so, so long now, and it was finally starting to take it's toll. He felt like he had been placed in a sort of psychosis, making him unwilling to talk with much of anyone for very long before he was off doing something else. He was distant. Not cold, because he could at least keep that act up, but distant. Even with his students which he adored, he barely even taught them before running off somewhere.

He couldn't stand to be around people when all he could see was something that he wished to be.

He couldn't take it anymore.