Oh so you've found me. But at what cost?

You probably know this isn't my main. If you don't, I'll pretend it is, so you won't have to know such a dark place as the past.

I am sour and tired. If only we would care about song and merriment than gold and power, maybe the world wouldn't be such a grim place.

also if you even try to talk to me about heatwaves I will block you immediately. I will not be elaborating.