You see a young male in brown shorts and a black T-shirt with a videogame character on it. On both articles of the clothing there are numerous blemishes from various kinds of food which had been consumed rather messily over the last two days and a large amount of hair from his friends two cats, one of whom insisted on sleeping on him. His brown eyes are sunken with dark ring around them, due to a lack of sleep for a few weeks, nightmares haunting his rest, his body deceptively muscly yet have no tone, his stomach bulging slightly from the binge he had after 4 days of not eating. He licks his lips constantly, the thoughts of alcohol stuck firm in his mind amongst images of an ex girlfriend, an old flame whom he is still deeply in love with, someone who he is patiently trying to win back. He knows he can force a smile, part of him wants to feel terrible, but there's really nothing. He knows his body is subconsciously in trouble, his chain of though often disappearing, along with his hunger for days at a time. He just wants to drink, to sleep, to just stop thinking about her. It hurts him to see her, but if he forces himself to not see her it hurts him even more, and so many complexities torments him. He presses the button on the side of his headset a few times to turn up the music, the rhythm of drums and guitar becoming audible to the outside word as he tries to drown out his head.
He is the man who wants to be alone, and yet yearns for company.