I hate memories and thoughts that go round and round that I am not good enough. What those snidey useless people, all of a particular ilk are saying, behind my back. I hate them for it. They are so low.

And then to know though. They are not worth it. I don't care about. About what they think, and who they are. And of those who need that enemy planted, then they can have it, and I can play along. Them, thinking they are all so smart and full of trickery. But they are really just completely seen through by everyone, and not trusted by anyone. But for me, I really don't mind. They can just be who ever they want to be. It doesn't bother me. And I can play with them, just play.

Off to the side. And off it goes. That is normal.