Why, o why would I ever want to be a celebrity, even for just one day?!
No freaking way.
I’m famous already, but nobody knows it, except me.
I’m my own audience, paparazzi and crazy follower.
My mind sets a stage every day, surprising even myself by the things it performs!
Dazzling things ,
stunning stuff ,
scary stunt performer actions,
captions of sentences to cry,
jokes to laugh at,
and scenes that would make you scream.
Celebrity, but without the front page at some trashy newspaper, or a new edition of the perfume named by me.
I’m famous already, and I don’t care if no one knows about it.