CrystalThunder

Sebastian sighed as he rolled up his sleeves and began to prepare a snack for his young master.How troublesome the teen was, with his tantrums and bursts of sentimatality, the latter never exceeding the former by any standards.However..."Young Master is my Master. That is, until..."Then. That day. That time. That single moment when his Young Master would cease to exist.The butler sighed continued beating the confection to perfection. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he surreptiously dipped a pinky finger into the whipped icing and licked it."Sometimes, there is such a thing as too sweet," muttered Sebastian, adding more milk.----"Young ...

I'm too nice. I'm too gullible. I'm too mean. I'm too strict. I'm too serious. I don't have enough fun. I talk white. I'm not black. I don't eat chicken. I don't say ain't. I don't cuss. I like learning. I like reading. I love to draw. I love to write. I like languages. I like French. I like Italian. I like Japanese. I don't mind being alone. I ask too many questions. I don't lead well. I like animals too much. I'm sappy. I'm wishy washy. I don't act right. I'm odd. I'm strange. I'm weird. I spread my love too thin. I talk too much. I'm arrogant. I'm narcissistic. I'm self-absorbed. I don't see the big picture. I don't get it.I've heard it...