I am ashamed of myself....I-I don’t know why I act like this.
This isn’t how I was raised. This isn’t who Muhammad Bire is, or was supposed to be.
I read somewhere that the first part of fixing a deeply rooted problem is simply acknowledging the problem is there. Acknowledging the problem exists. My fiendish behavior towards internet women is the problem. And it does exist. There is no denying that. Not anymore. Not ever again.
I know I need help. At the very least, I know I need to change my ways. I know that much.
I need to know who I am as a person. What do I believe in? What do I fight for? Behind the mask, who is Muhammad Bire? Will I ever know? Do I really need to know?
Was this monologue necessary?
So many questions, and so very little answers. I require self discovery. I must peel back, layer by layer, this fictional persona I have built until I have Bire at his most basic form. A man. A man with a pure heart and soul.
I needed to get this off of my chest, I wish each and everyone of you people a good night and an even better day on the morrow.
