my names icarus and im under the sea. like spongebob.
but i don't live in a pineapple.

i have no clue how i'm still alive.
especially after the worst decision of my life. ehh. give or take.

i was stuck on an island. with my father, daedalus.
worst situation a comedy main character has ever been in.
turns out my father was a builder. wow.

he built us wings out of wax.
no clue where the hell he got the wax from.
there wasn't even a candle for us to light. ask whoever made this myth that.

then we flew out. he explicitly told me not to fly too close to the sun.
i agreed. nonchalantly.
that's a very important point.

turns out the sun was more enticing than usual.
it looked like a girl i knew.

so i did what anyone would.

fly toward my ex.

i mean, it was daedalus's problem for not engraving it in writing.
not mine.

then i fell. and fell. and fell. and thought i'd die.
but i ended up in this shithole.
with a landlord. and an immortal god of the seas, poseidon. and a therapist. and an ophthalmologist, to get my eye checked for that misconception.
turns out i need glasses. never bought any till now.

so here's whatever the crap is happening to me.
enjoy whatever weird situation the author's put me in.
it's not helping me, though.