Note to self: I'm too self-righteous

Thinking more clearly because my head is in a daze. Make sense? Hardly. Oh well, I guess the only way to really make a fair decision is to flip a coin. The hero really doesn't need applause. I bow when you don't clap. Epic Failure, I think I'm craving attention. Don't you use things to your advantage too? If you were just noble all the time, you wouldn't have anything left of you to give. Save some, store it away in a nice little bank account, that relative money you've accumulated through years of what you call work. My work involves digging through my bones, picking apart the cells and seeing how they all fit together. Why so serious? In that moment when you thought you had it all figured out, could you really feel good and evil? What makes you so different from the rest of them? My monologue isn't really anything more than a publicity stunt, minus the publicity and lacking in attractive stunt qualities. It makes it nothing... it makes it self-righteous. Look in the mirror, and who smiles back? Haha. Laugh it off, you were funny looking anyway.