GYSE : Epilogue : Masala of the Crucification, Salvation of I

I, Mr. I, writing about this, thinking what to write, especially, when tonight was very different. When 88% of my ex-es are still in love with, it should come as no surprise that even after breaking up, my first ex is still in love with me. and that i say to him, "i hate you." and he says, "you wanna talk something else." "good night" "goo.." click. the call is snapped. Ain't i a bitch? X - X - X Then, my latest ex, who was not in love with me is seen at the Club C9. He texts me that i should not do this to myself. What the ...? Like who has given the right to him to comment on me whether i was ever happy or sad. i was neither. i was a statue tonight. completely opposite on the other end of the spectrum; opposite to lively, as Mr. A put it. X - X - X Am i gonna be crucified? i already was. Am i gonna be made king? i already was. Am i gonna reach salvation.? i already had. Am i gonna crucify myself. i did. already. Now, Mr. I felt nothing, anymore. so, he became a statue, seeing others. I saw others doing what they did best: actors' on a world's stage. Increasin their market value on GYSE: Gay York's Stock Exchange. And i was the most actively traded. And today, that was not even touchable. Crucified itself to Salvation to absolvation, to zenith or nadir? Zenith, i prefer. for, Mr. I never accepts defeat on its face, and kills obstacles to belive destiny's gift: luck. Luck. The only factor in GYSE. Destiny: The only outcome. Really? Lets see, Mr. I.