![]() You might have raised me, but I’m not yours. Now I want you to understand that I’m thankful to you both for trying to make me feel like I belong when I’m clearly a mistake. (Addressing the camera more directly now). I’m a nobody (looking in mirror) an ugly nobody fuckup with no sense of belonging. My father, a criminal probably not even aware that I exist, that he has a child. ![]() I don’t think I could ever describe how deeply that hurts me… That I’m the by-product of crime… A forced mistake. I don’t want to make contact with you ever.” I didn’t ask to be raped, I didn’t want you. Pretended I was okay with being told I was adopted… Pretended I was okay with my brother’s death at cancer’s hands… Pretended I was okay when I read this letter from my biological mother… (Reading from a letter he removes from his pocket.) “You’re not mine, you never were. My friends don’t know I’m hurting inside. Standing in the cold rainstorm of my own rage looking into a huge glass window at everyone warm and happy inside. Sitting at a party with my friends hearing everyone talking about their lives, I just feel distant. I’m nothing special… I have enough friends to not be an outcast… But I feel so alone. People like me are merely the darkness of the night sky allowing for the best and the worst to shine brightly. Mandelas and Hitlers Mother Tereasas and Bin Ladens Gods and monsters. Only the best and the worst of humanity are recorded. ![]() Only two types of people are noticed in this world. The character addresses the audience directly. The mirror reflects the audience back at themselves. He pushes a button on the camera and says something to indicate it’s recording. The character enters and sets up a video camera which faces him.
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