Alien

I don't really like people. Why?

Because people are those who expect the help but are not helping.
Because they expect to be treated the way they want, but are treating others the way they want.

Then there's people like me, who all she does for a living is complain and nag about this and that and does nothing to solve the problems to make the world a better place to live in for all the people of the society who she apparently has a slight hate on. Or a slightly negative affection towards. Sounds... nicer.

So does that mean that I don't like myself? Makes sense.

Guess what

Oh look, I made another new bloggy thingy magigigy.

I guess I get bored pretty easily, and that is no good thing. I guess. And I guess it's the second blog I've made... this month. Or I'm guessing it's the second in three weeks or so. Well, that is near enough to a month. Just one week off from being one month... Or I don't know. One week is quite a long period of time. I guess. So I'm going to stick with three weeks and a bit, just because it's a better number than 1. 1 month. God, what have I been doing in one month. What am I going to be doing in another one month.

Stuff, I guess.

And I guess I like guessing.

Oh guess what, I've typed 'guess' at least 10 times already. Make that 11.














Ha, you counted right? MMMMMMMMMMOOOOHAHA.