Dear diary,

I think I've worked out exactly why everyone refuses to associate with me.

I'm...not exactly Prince Charming. I never have been. For all the grace of my genteel facade I have been but an ass. Why should they like me? All I ever do is look down on people. I'd hate myself if I were in their shoes.

Perhaps it's time to dismiss this narcissist's mask once and for all.

Do I really need it any more?

I've always been proud to a t with a barbed tongue to strike anyone who means to approach me, friend or foe. Not that I ever had any friends to begin with...

Prishe, is the reason they flock to you because you're honest? Because you have the confidence to be no one but yourself?

...Can I do that?

Perhaps Cosmos' guidance wasn't optimistic babble rehearsed to dress her speech in front of her warriors. Maybe she truly did have a point.

Maybe if I tried toning it down a notch; approaching them with kindness...they'd pay attention to me again?

What do I have to do to earn their trust? I have no clue...

I really need some of that magic liquor right about now.
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