The Drama.

My penchant for drama precedes me.

There is a reason for so many of the things I do, and this reason is most probably my desire to be devoid of all "unnecessary" drama, the kind of drama that does nothing but turn people away.

There's a reason why I have so many private journals and only one public, why I have so many close friends and possibly only 3 who really know what I'm like, why I detach myself from all forms of gossip or petty talk, why I always step away from a huge group of people. There's a reason none of my friends know that much about my family, or my past, or my other friends.

There's a reason only a handful of people I know have access to this dramatic post, why I joke a lot, why I'm very diplomatic, why I'm always careful not to hurt people's feelings, why I'm passive aggressive.

I like drama. I love it. But only the calculated, projected kind.

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This morning, as I was making my morning coffee in the kitchen at work, I thought I heard a malicious-sounding voice whisper something harsh; I didn't quite catch what. I run out of the kitchen, looking around, and not finding anyone. I go back into the kitchen and finish making the coffee.

Later, as I smoke in the smoking room, I catch a glimpse of my reflection on the double-glassed window and saw a bizarre double silhouette of myself with hollowed out, dark eyes. I quickly kill the cigarette and leave.

Has The Ghost Boy come back for me?