Mocking

While other children came to learn that Santa and the Tooth Fairy were just their parents sneaking around at night, I eventually learned that the Morning Star was not a star at all; it was Venus, the poisonous, hellish, yet beautiful planet. I also came to know that this very planet was also the Evening Star, the symbol of my irreversible losses. 

I hate the Evening Star. I hate the planet Venus. I hate this girl whose name is Venus. In the classroom, while Venus did a short introduction of herself, all of these thoughts came to me.