Look sir! Text! TEXT OFF THE STARBOARD BOW!
Something goes here? Nawh, stop joshing me man.
....You're serious? Well s**t.
I'm an elusive man, drifting forever weightless, helpless to avoid my fate. Others plot, struggle, wallow in their fate. What's the use? We're all being shepherded into the cold numbing embrace of death.
Yeah. Nothing's going here. I'm not going to go on about how my life is like this, and what I do, and how I want and hope for things. Because I'm not like that. And why am I still typing, mayhaps it be a clue to some puzzle yonder, gazing down upon this broken race of man?
So...... Stop reading now. Stop, stop. STAAAAAHP.
As a sidenote, I have no clue why I keep putting stuff here. Especially because I tend to leave out half the stuff I would put here anyways. I put stuff, and things, places? I'm going to stop now. You know the jazz, Hell, WE ALL KNOW THE JAZZ.
TL;DR - I'm depressed, introverted, socially awkward, weird, and when I'm happy, it's generally creepy and off-putting, or nonsensical.
Final Edit (For Now): Just imagine you didn't read all that stuff above. I can't backspace it, and I don't feel like writing anything different, so just use that mind bleach we all keep around and douse your squishy gray organ in in, thanks.