Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters
Today I decided to wear tights and a dress with hearts on it to school to show my love to the world. It wasn't one of my best ideas in my short life span because the moment I stepped outside it started to rain. I'm not talking about oh I'm singing in the rain I'm so happy these small rain drops are so cute. I'm talking about serious Zeus is fucking pissed off/Damn where is Noach's ark when you need it rain. Of course, when I arrived at school it stopped raining. Aah, the story of my life.
But when I was on my way to school I admitted that not only I'm unhealthily obsessed with my historical heroes, but that I want to be like them. I want to be just as great, no, I want to be better than all others. I'm slightly worried about my strange life ambition, seeing as all my historical heroes were insane and geniuses at the same time, they died young and had bad habits. I guess I should take up drinking and prepare myself to die young and/or tragic. I assume that I should also get a sex change seeing as all my heroes are men. I need to work out so that I can escape the island where people who hate me will exile me to, and so that I can keep up with those long daily marches. Oh, and I need to find a soul mate. Hello world, where is my Patroclus?
Sigh, I have a gazillion things to do. But I know I can do it. Please send me money for my sex change and I'm taking volunteers for my army.
But when I was on my way to school I admitted that not only I'm unhealthily obsessed with my historical heroes, but that I want to be like them. I want to be just as great, no, I want to be better than all others. I'm slightly worried about my strange life ambition, seeing as all my historical heroes were insane and geniuses at the same time, they died young and had bad habits. I guess I should take up drinking and prepare myself to die young and/or tragic. I assume that I should also get a sex change seeing as all my heroes are men. I need to work out so that I can escape the island where people who hate me will exile me to, and so that I can keep up with those long daily marches. Oh, and I need to find a soul mate. Hello world, where is my Patroclus?
Sigh, I have a gazillion things to do. But I know I can do it. Please send me money for my sex change and I'm taking volunteers for my army.