And I wasn't happy waking up. I'm a fucking Osiris Drop Out, thanks to prissy above me failing to not take her goddamn tests and the witch sealing the deal.
...Honestly I like who you are. It might have felt false... but you were more honest, weren't you? You didn't cover up with make-up and jewelery, or false ideas of superiority. You were just... you.
Even if you were made by magic... you had a truer heart. Wouldn't that make you more... real?
I'm the one who's real. I was born and raised as this, Eusebius. I choose to become this fake thing, and you go and break what was to be a 3 month respuite. Fuck you.
You're just a brat. Hiding behind your parent's money. Even if you were the original, she's more 'true' than you'll ever be... because she can feel from the heart.
All your supposed 'culture', all your 'upbringing'... and you still fight like some urchin on the street. Good job, good job.
As could I... but I have no use for such things. Because they're silly. They're surface. You can paint up and build a wonderful front for a crumbling shack... but that doesn't change the fact that it's still a shack.
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