I am tired of people that are like spectators at my beheading. Sometimes even my friends look like the crowds surrounding a guillotine, waiting for the blade to drop and end whatever dreams float around my lost head.
I wonder, is this normal? Is it just another part of life? Do you always have to live like this, watching other people barely conceal malicious glee when your plans fail or defending yourself from yet another subtle jab, another rumour, another lie?
Does every execution draw a crowd?