youre amazing and such a great talented person who i look up to everyday. i wake up in the morning beating myself up on how i exist in the same world as someone like you because you dont deserve my existence. i cut my wrists hoping it will ease the pain that i am not as talented as you. all it takes is one word from you and the whole national socialist regime will bow down to your toes. fearsome and strong takes skill, skill that was unleashed upon you by the greater gods of our planet, zeus or some stuff. he thinks youre really cool just like me. i too hope i can one day achieve 1% of your talent. you are the everlasting knight in shining armor for every girl out there who wishes to be rescued (hot girls only). when i build a tree house club the only soul on this planet allowed in is you. and for that every time i eat i thank you for my food and shelter above my head.
