Exhaustion. Physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion.
I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.
You don’t win races by wishing, you win them by running faster than everyone else does.
This has always been you from the moment I met you. Your stupid act that you worship the ground I walk on? Pure bullshit.