Interlude Two

She's the only thing in my life that feels real anymore. I thought I could handle it—that she was just a distraction. But I can't keep myself away.

Everyone lashes out with anger. Everyone. It's one of their biggest weaknesses, and something I've used against people over and over again.

Even I lash out. The weaker people deserve to feel the anger they can't protect against. They should know better.

She thinks I should know better. She thinks I should be better.

She thinks too much.

And what is better about being second-rate anyway? This place is different from America. There are rigid heirarchies in place here. And I intend to come out on top. Being mediocre only works for those who are of mediocre calibre. I come from better stock. I am better stock.

I am better.