Mean

It seems like love, but it feels like an endless quest with levels such as ‘screaming,’ ‘kicked out of bed,’ and ‘cornered myself at three in the morning.’ I wanted a crown and a throne, but ended up with a nervous thriller with night-time fainting spells and the eternal ‘why are you so angry?’ It's funny and bitter: even for going through hell barefoot on coals, you won't get any applause. Here, you either get used to the role of a jester or admit that the chess game has long been played with one goal.