I feel like the Headless Horseman from Sleepy Hollow. Sometimes it feels like I exist only for one thing, which is merely followed through by having my strings manipulated by some fuck. I can’t get any rest, and that’s all I ask.
Okay so I’m being overly dramatic lol, but the relation to the horseman being manipulated to take heads in a specific order to benefit the purposes of someone else, I find is a nice reflection of living in a society where I only exist to pay for things, while some bloated monsters sit atop their ivory towers, getting rich from existence. Not that I’m being manipulated, but the way stuff works hardly makes ’‘choices’’ choices.
However, as Lady Van Tassel’s plan failed her in the end, so too, must an ivory tower one day crumble…hahahaha. ’‘screeches in the dead of night’’
Wait how do I scream with no head…hmm. ’‘scratches noggi- damnit! XD
I always felt sorry for the poor horseman. I guess he was a bitch while living, but he wouldn’t have been such an awesome and feared ghost had he not been created as a product of his own society to begin with. Yeah I make no sense haha. XD I’m using him to hide my own emo-ness.