Man I sound so bitter.

Anyway, I guess I just hate being inferior. Feeling like I'm inferior. I just don't want to admit it. I don't want to be the best you see, I just don't like anyone else being on top.

In any case.

There is no such thing as better in my mind. Yeah. It's this simple.

Chances are, you aren't the best person in the world. There's probably someone out there who is better than you in EVERYTHING.

Who is nicer, funnier, smarter and more talented.

I'm not ditching you just cause that person comes along.

Just saying.

Somehow it doesn't seem like everyone operates on the same rules and it just makes me jumpy all the time. I don't like it.

I guess I'm just scared you know?

And that's the way the cookie crumbles.

Yes I just called myself a cookie. Deal with it. Two girls called me sexy today and I thought I deserved a minor compliment to pay tribute to my inherent sexiness.

DEAL WITH IT.

PEACE OUT.

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.