I’ve no idea anymore who or what you are. Or why you watch. Why you’re there. Here. Whether you’re mocking or whether you care, or whether you mean to do me harm.
I know that I’m weary of wondering, trying to decipher the clues, figure you out. Thinking I’ve finally found the missing piece of the puzzle only to realize that the puzzle is far more complicated than I ever dreamed.
But understand something. I am better than your d****** too, and I like her. That won’t stop. If that bothers you, learn to deal with it.
As for me, the way it makes me feel discovering I was wrong about things I took for granted, things I thought I knew, makes me sick inside. Makes me want to disappear.