You don't know the half of it because you've never been in my shoes and seen it all from my perspective through these cold, glazed eyes. YOU DON'T KNOW. So don't you even CONDESCEND to judge me like every other bastard who has turned against me for being so, so different from the accepted norms they uphold in their dance bars and so-sophisticated social clubs. I am the archetypal outsider, the rebel, the lone underdog and I am the stronger for it. Damn you. With every rejection, you sully my flesh with more scars and only prolong my rebellion by another day, dehumanizing me with every lonely night and as my husk blackens and corrodes, tempting the sweet vengeance upon everyone who has dismissed and rejected me for being myself. You are feeding the demon within.

February the 28th, everything changed ... the final rejection ... cemented in me, an opposition... I do not sit around. I can't afford to be idle - I am always on the move, one step ahead of my enemies because in outdoing them, I surpass myself and their ideas about me. Like you, they see me as a pathetic and childish creature, just because I do not wallow in the shameless materialism that they uphold, fraternize in the sordid cesspools of champagne and flattery, do not correspond to their ideas. And like everyone else, they dismiss me - out of fear and misunderstanding - as a backward misfit. Even my parents are like this - they think their son is violent, emotionally disturbed and needs to see a psychiatrist. Just because I am different - even a simple gesture such as buying someone flowers, you think that's ridiculous and the sign of a deranged mind, don't you all ?

I am adrift. I thought about what you said - I need no-one. I need nothing but myself. Man is a self-made product. I will walk on, alone.