"Okay, okay, okay…
F, you know I always liked to think of myself as an intellectual, not the best, that is what I told myself, but still, 'I have a bright head on my shoulders'
And today, of all days, I realized how f wrong I am.
I thought that I understood the human nature, and how to tell what people think from the smallest actions.
But yet, here I lay defeated, understanding my weak, pathetic, self…
Great I? I great no longer.
I am not sure, if I should feel disappointed in myself or enlightened.
Sight, I hope that tomorrow is better, and that I am not lying to myself like the people of Eldervale."
The irony of fate, and the play of —-