She always wanted me to be nice

It all started one night at a party. Isn’t that how most cliche “who am I?” moments happen that begin adulthood? The spring of a new self through the old crusty shell of years past while in the whirling dervish of a party surrounded by would be great people. They enable you to feel comfortable and enjoy yourself. These people who you gain acceptance through and who rely on you for their every need. Who insist that you are the best when in fact you’re not, but want you around for a bit longer so they can cope with their own lives. Friends. Loved ones. Blood.

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