Today I’ll tell you a story but I am not obliged to tell you the truth about it. I don’t have to consider all sides to this story and God knows, I will not. I don’t have to be unbias or anything, I will take my side from the very beginning to the end. Because I am the villiain. And villiains maybe are blamed and disliked but they are free of any social norm because they are expected to do abominable things.
Today I’m not bitter over this story and I am not grieving over it. It seems as if it was never my story but it was a tv series that I overattached and fantasizes over. I wasn’t always the villiain that’s for sure. It happened over a night. It’s thought-provoking how tables turn in a small amount of time. It didn’t only provoke my thoughts that’s for sure because I accepted the role of being a villiain. It provoked me utterly. Words, the power of words my friend! Love or hate or any kind of emotion is not enough to do anything but words, words are always enough. They can be used for and against you, same words, same people. I thought it, fought it, went back and repeated it. But I was resentful, I could not picked another road, I am not sorry that I’m a villiain. My destiny at some point would make me a villiain I have always sensed it. But I am surprised that this is the story in which I have to be the villiain.
The story… Right! Where to begin is up to me since I will be telling the story. You know, I like to tell a story. There is not a story which people heard from me and took the other side. I have the power to make people believe. Or maybe I was always the right side to choose but that seems like a small chance. When I tell a story, I tell it well. I put my cards open, I tell about my own feelings. It is really hard to do in fact since I don’t have any. But when you tell people about your feeling they feel you have this bond. People can feel sympathy over a villiain if you market it well. Maybe knowing this is the main thing that makes me a villiain. I am not sincere I am not true I am not innocent nor guilty. But the thing is I don’t have to let you know this, letting you know this is letting you know I am the villiain. There might be a lot of people pass you by, or live next to you who is a worse villiain, the kind of villiain I will never be, but you’ll never know because they will never let you know. Everybody is given this role but not everybody accepts it. Maybe I am a little sincere, maybe this is a game too.
Whatever! This is not the point. What was the point? I was talking about a story, right? What was it again?