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Shit, man. What happened?

The short of it is that I'm a horrible person.

Not that I've noticed. Care to elaborate?

Basically, I was right in thinking that people were in fact trying to get me not to go out to B'witches the other night. As a consequence of that, through many convoluted tangles and twists which don't really matter because in the end people want to see me as a horrible person, I'm the ultimate bad guy in a life drama and much energy has been (sucessfully) devoted to destroying me.

Well, shit. Someone choosing to see you as a bad guy doesn't automatically make you a bad guy. We all have to be the heroes in our own stories, man.

No, but when I'm the bad guy to the people who matter most, heroism is pointless, and the story is over.

No. No matter what someone else says, no matter that they rock your very sense of self to its core, you are the protagonist of your own story. Worry less about how other people feel about you and worry more about how you feel about you.

I don't know what else to say, really.

I know what I feel about me, and I know how my story is written. I think I know how it ends, as well.

This story is a play made into a one-man performance, where lines are shouted out to the void and not responded to, and most of the time on-stage is spent scrambling to improvise for lack of other actors.

I'm bloody sick of it.

And work calls.