What to do when the impostor is sus?

It's difficult being a classical musician. Every morning I wake up with a massive headache because of all the musical knowledge that's propped into my head, even though I'm only 13. I'm so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ smart and it can get annoying. The other day, I was listening to Beethoven when my mom knocked and opened the door. I could immediately hear filthy pop music coming from the radio in the kitchen, so I started crying and I beat my mom for lowering my IQ.

At school, none of the girls understand my intellect. A girl once tried flirting with me (listening to Liszt made me extremely attractive), but I immediately rejected her when I saw the Imagine Dragons sticker on her bag. Barbara Strozzi is the only woman I need in my life.

Classic music has cursed me with unbound wisdom, and I fear that I will never be a normal child ever again.

RIP Sir. Squirt

9/11 not ENOUGH hayking time

AARON IS HERE