Oh, Besty, I wanted everything. Simply that and nothing more. Simply everything. The medals. The money. The plaudits. The adoration. The love. The respect. The revenge.
I had no fucking idea. I thought I knew it all because when I knew nothing I was told by people who knew even less that I knew everything. I had a big hole in my head and an even bigger hole in my heart and I would believe anything just to have something.
And that heart broke. And it broke and it broke and it broke again and now it is shards and dust. And that head was stuffed with cotton candy and corn chips until it rotted from within to the ragged echoing shell it is now.
And I sit at my desk and I write. The devil I sold my soul to is merciless and enchains me and torments me every moment I am not doing what I begged to be able to do.
I wanted everything and I have nothing and I sit at my desk and I write.
And I sit at my desk and I write.
So pretty. Sad, but so, so pretty.