Have you ever considered that you're the reason that everything that happened... happened? Do you go to sleep at night thinking 'hey, maybe I shouldn't hate the blue eyed, naturally blonde haired girl that stole the boy you were casually hooking up with and for whom you started harboring feelings, because she isn't the reason that there was between a wedge between you and that boy'? No? Me neither. I guess we all are the villains in someone's story. And here is mine.