Six months later, and my feelings haven't changed on this; rather, they have only found justification with every passing day. I cannot be me because the me that wants to emerge is odious to myself. And the arrogant condescension of the entirety of society towards me when I know fully well that but for chance and circumstance, they would be right here with me, is insufferable.

The irony here is that I've created this online persona because I cannot tolerate my real-world one, and have come full-circle to hate the online persona as much as I do the real-world one. Nothing but Patterns. Over and over.