you know, doing all that you do will one day leave you alone. you'll have no one but yourself to contemplate, and nothing but the beating of your own selfish heart to hear. you'll have manipulated so many people that all bridges leading across the canyon will have been burnt, and i wouldn't be surprised if, even now, you don't have that many bridges left. and when you get tired of your heart rate thudding in your ears, you'll call for help. i won't answer you; no one will, everyone will turn and walk away. you burnt those bridges, and you'll rebuild them if you have to, but you're the only one who can do that. you had the matches in the first place, see if you can find enough timber. 

as for me, at this point, i can't ever trust a word you say again. that's a tame response compared to those i know others would gladly shout to the rafters.

no, you're right, i can't act like you're invisible forever. but eventually, you'll wish you were.

-d