Haters are confused admirers who can’t understand why everybody else likes you. - Paolo Coelho
Claiming my movie premiere prize ticket lead to knowing that someone had complained about me, telling the people who runs the website that I should not win! Such an ill-founded and irrational complain that stems from a someone's resentment which only leads to her embarrasment. Of course, they informed me the name of the person who did that.
Yes, I knew who's behind it. I totally forgot all about her, thinking that her absurdity had ended. But it did not, for a person as desperate as her, won't.
No I will not wonder why she still keeps on pulling me down. I only choose to understand her and her insecurities. There have been so many instances, yet no matter what she tried to do, never did she succeed. She only succeeds when she tries to be just like me.
Yes, I am her inspiration.
It's a free world. She can continue imitating and following everything that I am passionate about; because only by doing that can she feel her happiness. She can always follow suit and pattern her life to mine’s. She can follow my blog followers. She can go on befriending all my friends and share with them her versions of the twisted truth.
Still, no matter how hard she keeps on trying, she can't have the life that I am living. She can never be Me. Fakes will never be better than the real thing. A person who does not have a mind of her own will continue living in her shadow of negativities. A heart full of bitterness can say that she's totally happy, but deep inside, distress is breaking her.
Yes, she is one confused admirer.
Her hatred springs from too much jealousy. She is too envious of the qualities that I possess that she is working too hard to have those qualities herself.
I only wondered what she's fighting for or what she's trying to prove. Her patheticness even leads her to creating an account and live as my Impostor. An imitator who does not have a mind of her own. No wonder, someone had even raised an issue of her plagiarism. I reprieve her.
I am just grateful, I've been able to detach myself from her never-ending paradox of the past. I was able to break free from her hypocrisy and deceitfulness.
The more she wishes my downfall, the more I succeed
The more she hopes for my misfortune, the more I am blessed.
Yes, my Impostor is my admirer and my hater, and I know she will stay as is. Still, I am always welcoming her into my world and here in my blog.