SICK of all these people talking. SICK of all this noise. TIRED of all these cameras flashing. SICK of being poised. now my neck is OPEN WIDE, BEGGING for a fist around it. already CHOKING on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.
i’m headed straight for the castle. THEY WANNA MAKE ME THEIR KING ! and there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying that i PROBABLY shouldn’t be so mean. i’m headed STRAIGHT for the castle.










