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You know, one day, you're going to wake up and realise that EVERYTHING you've done to make lives miserable has come around and splashed your face full of the mud you've been rubbing other peoples' faces in, and they don't even have to lift a finger for that. You'll suddenly be jolted awake and pushed off that high horse you've so voluntarily put yourself on without anyone's consent and that's when it hits you: You're bullshit. You're nothing. You've worked so hard to push everybody away and then jerking them back like puppets on a string that by that time, the strings have snapped, and you find yourself stranded and alone because all of your little puppets have had enough of the bruises you've inflicted on them and are tired of watching you walk away. And on that day onwards, no matter what you do, how hard you try, no matter how many brand new unsnappable strings you try to buy, you'll be scrabbling around with desperation because you know what? It'll be too late. They'll have forgotten all about you. And that includes me.