Im-ah-satan

Many years ago i heard of a woman. She was dark skinned and brown haired. She wore simple clothes and her frizzy hair in a bun. Her town was made up of farmers and so, naturally, she was a farmer as well. The only thing she took pride in was her ability to beat anyone at cards. Any game, any person. Her name was Elizabeth, and this is her story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trumpets rang out and decrees were read, but Elizabeth was not there to hear them. She was beating experienced men out of their gold, silver, bronze, and copper coins. At first her father was not happy with that use of her skills, but as taxes were due and not enough money was mad

I have no life. I like to draw, write, read, and debate. He likes to party, and drink and sleep around. She dresses like a stripper at night, and skip classes in the day. I get good grades and care about my future. If her life blew up, she would wonder why it hadn’t do so before. I think of collage credit, and campus survival. He is a frat boy, who doesn’t care about anything but the next hook up. So why is it, that I have no life. Why is it that my life is less valid than yours! Why is my decision to read fanfiction or watch 50 episodes of Doctor Who, less valid than yours to look at porn and read smut. I do what I love, and so c