So my life is like is filled with so many fucken brilliant writing premisses it’s like it’s it’s not even real.
Like my brother? He is a virtuous truth teller–as in he only says what he thinks is true, and because he thought he had to lie to survive, he is now a pathological liar. You realize if you put any character with that premiss into any fiction they’d be the fucken fan favorite? People love that tragic irony.
But in real life my bro has a horrid chance to be a total social outcast if this developes further. And that just sucks.
But I realized–that fucken is a beautiful character concept: a strict truth teller who is a pathological liar?? Slay me–I love it!
MICHAEL HOW FUCKEN DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME LIKE THAT YOU DIDNT EVEN WARN ME YOU LITTLE SHIT HOT DAMN YOU LOOK SO FUCKEN HOT AND BEAUTIFUL AND I WANT TO BEAT YOU FOR COLORING YOUR HAIR WITHOUT TELLING US BECAUSE I WAS NOT READY ! NOBODY WAS READY!1!!11!!!