I am persecuted for my honesty by the few that remain.
I hope to someday be as pure and addiction free as my friends and family. It is my imperfections and addictions that have created my circumstance unlike others, who's circumstances have created their imperfections and addictions.
If I could just be like them, only doing what benefits my life and well being, I would rest knowing I have reached a pinnacle that might allow them to respect me. Or at the very least if I learn to perfect secretivism similarly, then the respect given in the fog of lies will be well earned through my self discipline of denial.
I can only hope someday, I too shall reach perfection. It must be a wonderful f-ing feeling they experience.
If those addicts that surround me cannot slightly project their imaginations to include what new consuming, sucking and f-ing might develop in circumstances lived similarly, they use me as the cast out to further deceit, if only in their minds.
I am them, or they would not hate me so. I make the mistake of admition, a mistake I must choose day after day as the guilty fall from my graces.
I hope to someday be as pure and addiction free as my friends and family. It is my imperfections and addictions that have created my circumstance unlike others, who's circumstances have created their imperfections and addictions.
If I could just be like them, only doing what benefits my life and well being, I would rest knowing I have reached a pinnacle that might allow them to respect me. Or at the very least if I learn to perfect secretivism similarly, then the respect given in the fog of lies will be well earned through my self discipline of denial.
I can only hope someday, I too shall reach perfection. It must be a wonderful f-ing feeling they experience.
If those addicts that surround me cannot slightly project their imaginations to include what new consuming, sucking and f-ing might develop in circumstances lived similarly, they use me as the cast out to further deceit, if only in their minds.
I am them, or they would not hate me so. I make the mistake of admition, a mistake I must choose day after day as the guilty fall from my graces.