Libra's Treehouse

"You just got to believe in yourself..."

I look back at him over the edge of the chair 
"Easier said then done."

"But it can be done.."

I got to go to bed, sleepy -_-, night!

OOC night!

"Some of us are destined for greatness. Others..." I think of myself "are already past it and now live pretty empty exsistances."

"You know, a very wise person once told me that greatness is like a foot race. First you aim to cross one finish line and then you move onto longer ones."

"A bit of a boaster and a philosopher. Not bad." I turn on some BVB and look to my scales again
"Artisan, is it hard to believe I'm a goddess? Really."
Apart from the brilliant stormy eyes, black red and teal streaked hair and libra tattoo on my shoulder, I looked like a sixteen year old stoner in lounge clothes.

"Ehhh not really, just knew some wise folks..."

"To be honest with you, a little bit, but I think I've seen enough to convince me."