Well whadayaknow… I’m dense…

Haha…whatever.

Well, okay I’m not totally dense, I get to pick things up too. But sometimes I am dense.

I pride myself in sensing things, I have that weird semi-ability, I’m able to read a person quite accurately by observing them.

And I love people watching and seeing how every person act but sometimes there are some things I just don’t notice.

So I’m not completely dense.

Just semi-dense.

BLAH!!! OKay I’m running out of things but I still feel on turmoil.

It may sound mean or cruel or practically uncaring for others but sometimes I just don’t care.

I’m no saint nor angel. I don’t get along with everybody, tried to do it once, got blown up in my face so just forgot about it.

I’m happy as long as the people the REALLY MATTERS don’t hate me.

See…cruel, mean, uncaring and all those stuff.

But please don’t tell that you haven’t felt that way at least once before because if you haven’t then don’t judge me yet. I’m a different person from you or from your friends, families and other acquaintances…so meh.

But still I do think I’m bad but I’m not totally evil.

Argh! I’m in no condition to do this!

My head feels poked, my eyes are sore, drippy nose-yet not sick?!- I’m behind two months worth of my fics, still need to finish  my book, haven’t reviewed, having this weird unknown feeling brewing inside of me,  and running out of word to type.

BLAGH!