I'm not Jesus, why would I forgive...

   Ira Superbia...

  My mind is filled with rage and pride; I know this doesn't excuse me, but at least it explains me...
  I tried to be the best human being I could; I tried to be nice, sociable, I tried to fool those around me about what I really thought about them and the world in general. But the mask is cracking, beloved minions, and it has been cracking for quite some time...

  I don't need anything... It's taken me a few years to understand and accept this, but now, that I'm behind it, my reluctance to accept this seems quite silly. I don't need clothes, or books, or ideas, or music, or even You... Well, I might miss you more than I miss the rest, but still... I have become self-sufficient...
I have craved this for years, and now, when I have it, the moment is surprisingly anticlimatic.

  I vowed to myself never to develop an obsession with anything or anyone, and I've already broken that vow twice, once with dear old McPretty, and then with You. I will not break it ever again. The third time, I will either have just found the love of my life, or the end of my life on Earth.
 


  I was once told that it is best to forgive and forget, and I always say that I either forgive, but not forget, or vice-versa... The truth is, minions, I do neither of those...

  I'm not Jesus, why would I forgive...?! And I have a too good memory to forget...
  I will now scuttle back in the shadows, where I belong...