Fuck you all, Christmas lovers

[...]

P.S. I also hate birthdays.

"I wouldn't mind this lasting forever"

Not only is such a statement illogical, it's probably one of the worst things I can imagine anyone say to me. The thought of someone enjoying something with me involved in it so much that I would have to stand them for an eternity; of something never ending. Six words that cling to you, chaining you down until you lose your will to live; wearing you out.

Like being in a relationship with someone you did not want to commit to in any way. All you could think of doing was shouting get the fuck out of my house, get the fuck out my internet and my kitchen and off my bed.

Thoughts on urges;

completely destroying everything. [...] how much damage could I really cause by saying something?

I'll inevitably explore unknown waters disregarding any voice of reason whatsoever. This has made me a sad panda in the past, but it has also created countless exciting, life-changing experiences, which seems to be the best excuse I have for my idiotic behavior.

I'll see you all in...

I go to a pretty awesome school

Well, lying is fun sometimes.

I don't believe this, except in some cases. This isn't one of them.
I did it anyway.

Hello, you.

The ultimate dudes' dude

If I were a guy, I'd be one of those individuals considered to be disgusting for scratching their balls in front of others and drinking straight from the milk carton. I'd have dirty messy hair and I'd wear the same clothes for weeks on end. I'd be lazy to shower as personal hygiene is overrated anyways. I'd drink beer.

I'd also be more homosexual than you.

Did I forget to mention glasses? I would totally fucking wear glasses.