That damned fool.

Who does he think he is? What makes him think he can act like that?

He's just so... ugh... he's so weird.

I mean, he's not like me. He likes weird things and he wears weird clothes. He listens to weird music...

I hate him.

And to just flaunt it like that, too. And the way he talks, the way he writes. Like we get it, you think you're smart. Oh, but you're not smart. No, you're very dumb.

You're dumb because you don't play the game. But I play the game. I'm so good at the game, too. In fact, I'm the best at it.

Even the people who taught me, or rather forced me, to play the game, I'm BETTER than them at playing it too. That's right. Nobody knows it right now, but I am the smartest guy in the room. Nobody else. Me.

So I look at this idiot, and all the other lowlifes around me who can't play this game... you're so stupid. Just so damned stupid. I don't understand how anyone can be happy living like that.

I'm happy.