It's enough to make me want to punch them. Sometimes I wish I could have been a boy, because that way I wouldn't be ostracised for having violent tendencies.
Sometimes when I think about stuff, I remember a teacher I once had. He'd told me that when he was young he'd read a book called 'The cat who walked alone' or something, and he used to feel it was talking about him, and he was inclined to thinking it applied to myself as well. Sometimes this makes me feel special. Other times it makes me feel lonely.
It's kind of pathetic, having my identity crisis (of sorts) now, but I had other things to worry about in the old days. Like the state of the third world and the insipid stupidity of politicians and the uneducated. And my own little monster.
Ah, to be young again...
Not sure that I'd do anything differently - when you look at the whole scheme of things, no matter what you think you would have done differently, you wouldn't have, really.
I'm not making sense. That's okay, it's exam time.
