Friends with dramatic losers? You likely are one. Friends with pathetic jealous bullies? You likely are one, too. Raised by wolves? There is a great chance that you will be raised as one (though I do have hope for a few particular teens/pre-teens who haven’t quite morphed into monsters yet).
Not to brag, but my friends and family are all EXCEPTIONALLY successful, intelligent, academically strong, philanthropic, activist-oriented, mature, golden hearted, outrageously attractive, talented, well-known/respected, highly regarded by society, interesting, cool, no-drama, inspirational, high functioning (individuals & families), supportive, stylish, accomplished, POWERFUL people. They have it ALL. And don’t even get me started on how fucking amazing my girlfriend, Ashton is! Hopefully that says something about me, or who I am becoming.
I need to stop being so nice to losers. Losers will be losers. Bad people don’t change. I also need to stop pretending that I fit in with those people. I have dumbed myself down and downgraded my personality and intelligence in the presence of these people, in order to make them comfortable. Not anymore. I know where I belong in society, and I will not play so modestly anymore. I don’t need to be an easy target for insecure cyberbullies. My heart of gold will not keep me from outranking the bottom-feeders. I am NOTHING like you. You want me to suffer, you want me to die, but I am not dying. I will thrive and you will still be in the exact same place you are now, which is nowhere. Watch and weep. You are not of my world.