If you are one of those people who gets freaked out when I'm not
cracking a joke every three seconds, I advise you to run far, far away.
I am human. I am a person. I may not have a great exterior, but my
interior is still better than yours. I'm smarter than you. I'm stronger
than you. I'm funnier than you. I have charm. I have charmisma. I have
some class, maybe not alot, but some. I am brave. I protect my beliefs.
I am content. Not happy. No one is happy. But, I am content.
I have two parents. Both of which I love very much. Both of which also
love me very much. There is no hate in my family. Does that make me
less of a person than you? Does having an abusive father and alcoholic
mother make you better than me? I choose to think not.
I am better than you. Choose not to believe it. Go ahead. That just further proves my point.
That being said, fuck you and everyone like you.
That's right. I'm not being funny or happy or some retarted Dr. Seuss
wet dream, so try to see past what you like me to be, and see what I am
right now.
Thank you for your time.