That moment when you find out the 2 people you most love and admire maybe aren't really good people and have some huge character flaws that will never change... that they'll always be like for the rest of your life and the moment I cast my dice into that pool, I was doomed from the start. At this point, it's going to impossible to pull out of their sphere of influence, they are the top of the art industry for their respective categories in art and animation and I was a fool... I wanted to be like that, I wanted to be as good at that, I wanted to learn how to be just like them.
And Christ, I did. I fucking did. It almost killed me, but I did.
I'm sick of feeling queasy and broken-hearted. I know that all artists are human but God, I feel so fucking betrayed. No one actually lied to me except myself and those 2 have never been anything but supportive and nice to me, saving my life, protecting me and that's what makes it so fucking tragic.
Fuck my life.
[The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came
You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
And I decided you look well on me, well on me
So let's go somewhere no one else can see, you and me]