Now I'm wondering if I'm some sort of plague. No one has called me other than parasitic "friends" that only call to gloat. None of the people that I want to hear from seem to care... why is that? People wait until you fall before stepping in to say "I told you so" or "you should have listened" or "you poor thing." They're never there for you when you're not falling, not shattered, to have a good time.
Why is that?
People thrive on the problematic. Higher ratings go to bad news. Morbid curiosity strikes, death is more interesting than life. Train wrecks and crash landings. Headlines. No news is good news, right?
So why can't I shake that there's some vicious rumor circling about me?
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