Maybe this is all a game, just one big joke, like everything I do. Don't take me seriously; nobody will. I'm a phony, a fake, a liar, or worse: an amateaur. There's more in your pinky finger than in my entire future, and that scares me. I try not to let the waves overcome me, but they're growing stronger now. Coming harder, crashing faster, pulling me with the undertow. How do the others not succumb to this? How do they manage to swim?
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