I typically work better at what I do when I set an understandable deadline. In this case, I'm using dead literally. I want to die before I turn 18.
I don't know what I have, but I'm broken. There must be some sort of God that hates me to develop such an imperfect perfect being as me.
It will be a better world without me, anyways. I cant develop empathy for people. Animals I can work with, but all people (especially women, god they're annoying) are objects.
All of us are objects.
I have an egocentric view of the world - Everything is me.
Ideas?
Post edited at 1:20 am on Nov. 8, 2009 by greatescape