I can’t play this part anymore, can’t carry on this charade. This play of perfect people on this stage called life was never where I was supposed to be. I’ve been pulling on this mask and costume, playing a role I was never prepared for. I don’t deserve to share the floor with other perfect people and their perfect performances, their well known roles and lines. They glide through this play without a hitch or blunder. Not being sabotaged by their own thoughts at every turn.
So I’ll duck out now, take a bow and accept my due for a badly done act. My love to all, thanks for watching. I’ll see you on the other side of the curtain.