No Apologies

I don't feel like apologizing, ever. That's a lie. I apologize a lot.

I don't think anyone likes me. I don't mind. I used to mind a lot. I used to think it mattered a lot how many people liked me. It doesn't matter at all.

If you don't like me it's probably for a pretty good reason. If it's not for a pretty good reason, then you're probably an idiot for not doing things for good reasons, and why would I care if an idiot liked me? I don't.

The idea is initially difficult, that no one likes you, but eventually I've come to realize it's how it's always supposed to have been. No one is like me, so it follows that no one should like me.

I just have to keep remembering that if I am to be liked, it should be for who I really am and not for who I pretend to be. I have to be strong.

I don't play the game anymore, I've quit. I've quit the fucking game.

Time to be find out who I am apart from you. Time to find out who I've always wanted to be.