I used to be a good person!

When will mainstream people see it from my point of view. I used to be one of the good people, dammit.

I used to be seen as a polite soul who was the sort that kept the forces of incivility at bay. Now I'm part of the rampaging hordes, destroying the earth and civilisation as we know it.

Now I'm a brigand and a thief to boot. How did this happen?

Yes I'm fat, yes I know that's 'bad', but I thought I get some points for trying everyday for decades to stick to a lifestyle change programme.
Not so, alas.

I finally realised the full horror of my situation, I'm irredeemably bad, because I've failed to become thin.

Will somebody please recognise that I was not designed for this. This was not in my plan.

I was a nice person, I expected to continue to be a nice person, unless some unforeseen corruption lay ahead.

I've not prepared for the life of a rebel, it has been thrust upon me by those who will not be placated by my plaintive pleas that I've tried my best, my hardest.

I've no choice, I've just got to somehow cobble together a new act of resistance, cool insouciance and a calm arrogance that is unshaken by rank. I used to respect authority.

I wish I'd known this when I was a child, I could have had game, as our American friends like to say. Instead I was wasting time on futile attempts that pleased neither myself nor my tormentors.

Shit, bastard, bitch.

Well, it's a start.