So why did I get so angry.

Right.

Thats why.

Don't you ever compare me to him.

Don't you dare.

I'm not like him, and you know it. Its bad enough to be related.

To say I resent him is an understatement, getting me that angry is an easy way to win an argument yes.

Doesn't make you right.

Fucking hell.

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I got my mother's instability and insecurity, my father's occasional callousness and bad tempered disposition. I can reason like him, yet get irrational like her.

And I've inherited both of their pride.

At least I skirted megalomania and developed an open mind of my own.

For that open mind alone, I am thankful.

It makes the world of a difference to me.

Thats why I'm different.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.