He feels childish like this, dressed in old clothes and such. So he discards it all for a clean t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. And once again, he feels somewhat normal with the exception of being engulfed with such stupidity. Who was he to rebel against something with such a sense of nothingness?
And who was he to proclaim himself as a god of such magnitude? He must have been arrogant, yes, but it still stung to think that he didn't make a damned difference in anyone's life. And the bleach must have gotten to his head or something because his proclaims of rebelling were something of such idiocy and thankfully, something of the past. |