That was the whole point. Don't be embarrassed by the absurdity of the thought -- the absurdity of it was the point. It's insanity to think that it was about you, or those other things were about you. That's why you had to leave. Because you think absolutely everything is about you. And it's not. Next to nothing is about you.

What was it from M that I thought seemed obviously about me but then wasn't? Oh yeah, the thing about validation. Flapjack sauce. Be yourself. It all lined up. But guess what it was about? It was about her not getting any replies to her thing. Not about me at all.

What about this insulting thing? What about it? It's either not about me or it's written by an idiot who doesn't understand $#%^. It was all a misunderstanding -- their misunderstanding. Let 'em rot as far as I'm concerned. They never did a goddamn thing for me. Never considered me ONCE. Every single ######6 thing I did was in consideration of them, even when I chose myself over them. When the ###$ did they EVER consider me once?

And yet I'm the bad guy. Because they expected something of me I never offered nor implied. Well ###$ them. Let 'em rot. I did right by myself. They can live in blissful ignorance. It's what they do best. Idiots.