Spiderman blew, Michael Moore's movie ruled, and I HATE psychiatrists. HAAAATTTTEEE. I realize they're trying to help, but with so many people and one standard, I feel like stray cattle being forced back into the herd. No one knows what to DO with me. If anyone heard me speak, they would all think that I'm hideously insane, whereas I find myself a specialist in a world with many varieties of thinking. I’m insane to them because I don’t value emotion anymore. I grew away from that after seeing my life flash before my eyes all of tenth grade. The thing is, they want to force me into a mind numbingly dull happiness that I found just as simply in a bottle years ago. I just want them to leave me alone, because they're pissing me off with their efforts. I'm never going to be "normal," and I'm never going to be willing to tell my innermost secrets to a complete frikin' stranger.

Oh, and this may seem like a rather general statement, but anyone who's left me a comment, put a picture of mine in their favorites, or otherwise made my time here so much more rewarding, I thank you all. This must sound stupid, but in real life, I'm a really quiet person, and I honestly don't know how to respond to most things anyone has said, and though I've tried, it's been difficult for me to do so. I really hope you understand, and I especially thank Ryo, Ken, H-C, Millie, Ookami, and Rotten for watching me. Especially especially Rotten, though, because I love that avatar.