I hate this blog. I hate writing. It's just a bad idea. What the hell was I thinking? I hate writing down my thoughts...but not half as much as I hate reading over them again with a clear mind and a fresh perspective. It's stupid. Shouldn't I know myself by now? I feel awkward, embarrassed, ashamed to admit to myself who I really am...and who I try so eagerly to be.

I've at last come to terms with myself that I am abnormal, in every sense of my being. I'm not sure whether or not I was always this way, or whether I just did a better job at hiding it from everyone, including myself. Now that I've satisfied a good portion of this human proficiency agenda...I want to get out and live.
And by "live", I mean...