If someone called me manipulative and two-faced, I wouldn't know if I should be offended at the assumption of my serpentine nature or flattered by the high (although wrong) evaluation of my social acument
Until that day, I can only continue to be here, be what I am, and do what I do. Until then, these crocodile tears have been in vain and my confession has been as empty and substanceless as the creature undeneath my human disguise.