But, as I say, it is wrong. You're wrong. Drunk Amy would have gone with you to the bar after to make some noise, wouldn't have been able to make nor serve you the St. Patrick's Day dinner I did, or remember details. And, I'd definitely feel at least apprehensive today, if not downright terrible and hungover.
So, you keep on holding me back in your mind, think I'm less than what I am. I'm not even going to try to convince you otherwise. I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing and focus on that instead of the frustration of being thought of falsely. Eventually, you all being wrong is going to shock the hell out of you, when I do something you never expected. That day will come, but, I'm not going to bother forcing it or rushing it. You can all revel and root like happy little pig boys in the glory of your false righteousness until then. Think I'm nothing, think I'm never going to be nor do anything different. Have no faith nor trust, nor patience. In the end, you'll just be wrong, and even though you're the ones who reject me and leave me, when I get to where I said I'm going to, the thing that made you take up with me in the first place, that thing about me that you couldn't leave alone and wanted so badly, you'll really be the ones truly left behind. In the end, I will have proved that I deserved better than even the best of you.