I don't really mind. Maybe later in life I can look back at this like it's an allegory, but I probably won't. For the first time in awhile, I think I'm doing alright (but I mean that in the loosest sense). If we're talking in terms of morals and common sense...not so much, I suppose.
But my point here is that I vaguely feel good about myself as a person, even with all the stupidity and stealing and terrible things I do to myself out of vanity or in the name of control, which is the very definition of irony when it comes down to it.
And when I'm happy, no one else is.
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