The Philosopher King.
I can do this.
I can live through Plato.
I lived through his teacher, Socrates
and all the other idiots that came before him.
Plato, I can grasp you.
And I can wrap my mind around your seriously mental ideas.
I think if they lived in modern time, philosophers would definitely be clinically diagnosed as suffering from mental instability.
Another reality = hallucination.
Hello?
I can, I will get him without turning mad.
Right?
:(
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THE MAGAZINE IS STRESSING ME OUT.
BUT NO, I WILL NOT LET IT REDUCE TO PATHETIC NOTHINGNESS WHILE I AM EDITOR. AND NEITHER WILL MY ENTIRE TEAM.
(who only consists of less than 5 people in actual reality)
BUT WE WILL DO IT AND WE WILL PUBLISH THIS DAMN MAGAZINE THIS SEMESTER.
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Screw your accidents. No more coincidences, bastard.
Stop playing this game. Aren't you sick of it? No more thrills. You had me. You got me. You win, you win, you win.
I just want to be left alone. Please?
LEAVE ME ALONE.
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Another job interview tomorrow. Yes, I am meticulously preparing my suicide so I can die in the most fashionable and seemingly successful way possible.
My name will be written in the skies and be remembered until the end of time.
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I just want to go to bed already :(
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/end rant