This morning began with an argument with Alois Trancy and some girl named Madison. Honestly, they think my butler is too obsessed with cats and that he does naughty things with them. Even though he's a demon, I don't think even he would stoop that low.
As far as obsessed,
I found out he has 51 cats.
I'm going to kill him.
Whatever, I don't have time for his silly charades tonight.
I am quite satisfied with my Finny candidate. I think he will make a great addition to the Phantomhive staff. So far it's just me, Sebastian, Mey-Rin, and the new Finny, so I still have a need of a Bard, Tanaka, and Snake.
It also wouldn't hurt to have a Prince Soma, Agni, or Lau.
So if anyone is interested, please DM either me or Sebastian Michaelis on Twitter. (@EarlofSweets13 and @MangaButler)
That's all that really happened today.
Of course I have a moral to this story as well.
While my writer was driving to school, a sad song came on the radio. To be honest, I think that they think too much and surround themselves with unnecessary misery. It may be in character for me to be miserable, but, not for them. So after they continued their daily routine of driving an hour each way to school, they came back and found presents from their parents.
And to be honest, they were overjoyed.
It was like that sadness never existed at all today. And then, a few of my acquaintances wanted to have a little "slumber party." I obviously didn't want to participate because I'm a male, but, they insisted. I also had my butler join so I wouldn't feel so awkward. We played Truth or Dare for a few hours and to be honest, it was kind of fun. Tormenting other people always helps me relieve some stress, while my writer was just happy to let loose.
So I guess we all have our days when all of the sadness just builds up and the anger kindles inside of us. I don't think it's a bad idea to just step away from all of that for a while. My writer escapes through music, art, hanging out with friends, and believe it or not, Twitter.
There's something about this whole roleplaying experience that makes my writer finally feel like there is no pain to turn to, and that whatever pain that I feel is all an act. So, I encourage you to find something you're passionate about. Lots of frustrations occur throughout the day, and instead of yelling at them and awkwardly slapping the steering wheel because you're too afraid to honk the horn and get shot, pull over to a friend's house or order your butler to make some tea. Hopefully then, things will gradually become better for all of you.
Now, I must go.
I have to make a phone call to animal control.
Your Earl of Sweets,
Ciel Phantomhive
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