Getting on your high horse results in...
being alone.
just high up.
wishing you were further down.
One of these days during one of my snooty fits, I'll learn that being better than everyone else is absolutely ridiculous.
Also, I've learned that I am a manipulator. It's true.
I don't even feel like wrapping presents. Just so you know, this is absolutely unheard of in the land of Phoebe.
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