bitterness

so it seems that it was free will, deceived. and still i made a choice, had a choice. went wrong. because i could not foresee, did not relinquish idealisn, that set me apart from those practical ones and they sit on lavish carpets complaining about the weather. meanwhile, there are those down in the depths of insufferable hell, how hot it is! but merriment is preferable to what should not be discussed and of course the ones in power are always right. they look to me, bemused you did not already know how the die would land?