A Perfect Devil

Like, wow. Nobody tells me what to do, ok? I get enough horseshit about my 'limits' from the bony prison formerly known as my body. I do what I want and I do it fabulously, and the only way you'll stop me is by putting me in the grave. I really do not care about what is 'rational' or 'realistic'. It's not realistic for someone as young as me to suffer like I do from invisible illness, so why the fuck should anything else in my life be the same? I don't want to follow the pattern. Nothing in my life has followed it so far so why would my success in life follow that too? I want to smash the machine and anyone who tells me I can't do it is just encouraging me.