Straight from the factory line.

I am what you would call a machine. I strive to please, I ignore my well being. I do the absolute maximum to achieve the the bare minimum. I follow my orders like the good worker bee that I am. I avoid conflict, I work towards their goals. I am sick of this. I resent life not going my way. There is a war raging inside of me, all of these avoidable feelings are storming my sanity.

I am a machine. I'm mass producing these thoughts, these feelings, and I'm doing it well. I will have to break out of this self imposed strife eventually. And when I do, it will be the best day I could possibly have. The best day a drone like myself could experience, anyway.