What started as something petty became an obsession. I would take it all too far, but how far was too far? Without this imposed identity i couldn't maintain focus or direction. It would just fall apart. I'd been doing this too long, we all had.
I was more combfortable assuming the roles and characters of somebody else, somebody to who the consequences were insignificant if the feel of the moment was suficiantly inticing as to play to mine or other's fantasy. I wouls have dreams and create sequals. Acting upon impulse and possibility of prolonging the feeling this was inducing. People around me seem captivated by my audacity and intensity, joining in even...
I could insinuate anything! People had a willinest to beleive in the extra-ordinary and fantastic. It became easy. They thought it was their idea at first, some were harder to convince than others but they soon concided, they came to rely on it.
Myself included.
