~Why everything is in my control even if it Isn't~ You read the title, "Why everything is in my control even if it Isn't". But you see, everything is not in my control till I am the Head of the Free--- well well, I wanted to put the title as "Why it doesn't hurt always, why it can't get to me". It's because I'm good at making things. No, not only these silly poems and rants and jokes. I'm good at making versions of me that don't exist. Whole 3D versions. No, it isn't some digital art. I make versions of myself that don't exist. Like, if I feel that I'm being too kind and giving everything to one person, while they don't help me in any way, I make a badass version of me and get out of there asap. When I feel too stern and unapproachable, I put on a black hat and coat and boots and shades, and lo! I'm a detective! Cool! Oh but I'm still unapproachable. I make a flower-garden-soft version (teens will say it's "cottagecore") and be like the spirit of the Earth, all flowery and spring.
