Well! I feel I should share something about myself that might surprise you.
I am a mean person.
What? Not shocked? Well, SOME of you might not be *coughLoloandNatcough*, but I know most of you are, esPECially my parents. I'll be mean to someone for no reason just because I don't like them. I'm apathetic to your problems unless they involve me. I never apologize for anything, even if I know I was wrong. And really, even though I let people tease me, if I could I would hit them so hard they're GRANDKIDS would hurt.
And, to be honest, I kinda like being a mean person. I mean, I just like having the power to hurt someone. I guess that makes me a bad person, right? But I have a bit of a control complex. Maybe because no one takes me seriously. Maybe because I let so many things slide (and don't laugh, guys, I really do). Maybe I'm just that kind of person.
But, really, what bothers me the most is that I seriously don't care abut anything that doesn't involve me (or Basil, honestly). Do other people? I can't be the only selfish person on the planet.
And I hatehateHATE when I'm the bad person because I'm not the one crying. I HATE it when people act like victims because they either want sympathy or they can't handle anything calmly. I mean, I know everyone can't be like me (thank God for that!), but really, even though I ACT emotional, I'm really not.
[Percussion Gun--White Rabbit]
In gym, we have an awesome dance routine. It's an interpretive dance of going into the kitchen and making salad. Yay! And this is a completely different topic from the above. But nothing happened today. And I'm sad. So, so sad.