I must be wearing those rose glasses that the morons hold so close. I keep telling them you’re all better than what you really are…..That you’re not narcissistic, that your not neurotic, that your not self-centered, that your not oblivious, that your not an idiot…..maybe I should just give up…….it’s better that being pathetic. Which is what I am when I am around you.

I’m tired of being a lapdog. I’m better than that, and I’ve proved myself. But you, all of you, could care less. I hope these things reach your ears and pierce your minds, and stay in some lighted corner….it can’t escape. I’m tired of being that moron stuck on a limb. I’m not a contortionists and I won’t bend over backwards anymore……If your not willing neither am I. I’m through.

I won’t let you follow me to my success. I’ll find people less stressful, less ignorant, less insensitive, more understanding, and more intelligent. I need more, and you will live without me.