And the mercy seat is waiting...

[barush]

And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

Write... Damn it. Write!

Ahem.

So, I'm in the process of studying history *sigh* I mean, I like history, most of the time, but I just don't feel like memorizing all the shit right now. Well, enlightement isn't that bad, really, I could've ended up much worse, but still... And besides, the topic within this topic I like the most is the Freemasons and we've written like what, 3 lines about them? Yep, three. Awesome. Not.

I think the slash I read all the time starts to eat up my brain cells, slowly but steadily. Honestly, I don't remember writers in literature because of what they'd written but 'cause they were gay. Or committed suicide. My mother tells me I'm not really normal. Well, she might have a point since she's a psychologist... I think I'm either gay myself or I'm going insane.

And I should really, like really, write.

Oh well.