my life is just a collection of poorly made decisions with alternative music playing in the background
what the fuck even is my sexuality: the musical
including great hits such as
oh no he’s hot
oh shit she’s hot too
why is everyone hot
and everyone’s favorite
how did i used to think i was straight?
I can’t tell what that person over there identifies as and now I’m confused but slightly aroused
with the big finale
I dont even care anymore just have sex with me
“New year, new me,” I say, laughing to my friends. Suddenly, I throw my arms out, golden light erupting from my hands and face. I scream in agony as every single cell in my body is rewritten, atom by atom. Abruptly, the light show ends and I drop my arms, coughing out a golden trail of residual energy. I am completely made new.
I am a Time Lord.