Mean

It seems like love, but it feels like an endless quest with levels such as “screaming,” “kicked out of bed,” and “cornered myself at three in the morning.” I wanted a crown and a throne, but ended up with a nervous thriller with nighttime fainting spells and the eternal “why are you so angry?” It's both funny and bitter: even for the hell you've gone through barefoot on coals, you won't get any applause. Here, you either get used to the role of a jester or admit that the chess game has long been played in one direction.