That's just the first problem I have with you.

When you're with me in school, you have to take sides.

You're forced to, because I divide opinion in that stupid place.

Maybe it's my fault, but by all means, if you won't stand by me, then don't expect me to be your friend. Go. Join the rest. I won't miss you, because what's the point of you being here if you don't have anything to show for it.

Yeah, I went overboard with the last point.

But seriously.

Don't expect me to shake the hand that you draped over the shoulder of my mortal enemy.

But that bring's us back to the point doesn't it.

Why on earth would you ever care about the other people if you thought they were treating me unjustly.

Because you don't.

I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem to think they have the right to do what they do.

Hmm, that would mean there's just something horrible about me right?

By the way, I used the word abhorrent twice in that conversation. I think that's the only word I know that conveys up the sense of horror and hatred that I have towards those repugnant beings.

They are abhorrent. Fucking abhorrent. The most abhorrent human beings I believe exist on the planet, psychopathic murderers and unhinged madmen aside.

But no.

They're alright.

It's me.

It's all me.

I refuse to believe that. And if you're right, maybe I'll wake up and see the massive truth one day and I'll thank you for reaching me out of there.

Just don't expect me to be nice to someone who thinks I'm fucking crazy, or retarded, or semi-autistic or something.

I'm not from your world.

And not your friend until you let me be.

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.