they are also seemingly obsessed with me, with my every action and word being heavily dissected scrutinised and discussed, the truth is, they need my help, they wish to be like me but they know they can't, which in lies the anger toward me, which I don't care about, I simply would like them to get ill, depressed and lost in mental and physical hell, which given their self destructive behaviours I won't have to wait long.

I see as the town patrons have been bribed, exploited and brainwashed, money owns their minds and controls them all absolutely, they are of the thought that money is simply not an extension of a person, but it is literally a part of that person, yet money affords things that are inherently outside of who they are, akin to putting makeup on a pig, I really struggle in trying to understand how money makes a person physically different, I struggle because it does not.

but everything that is going on around me isn't that bad, it's actually entertaining to me, I feel like some sort of prophet to them, though to be a prophet to a midwit I believe would not be a hard task to achieve.