I understand that that is a standered feature in these things.

I HATE MY LIFE AND EVERYONE IN THE WORLD.

I understand that this is caused by a temporary chemical reaction in my brain because I am crashing from a cafine high. But still.

The funny thing is why I'm sad. You see, I am very inteligent! Or atleast I think so. I am also fortunat enough to have been blessed with a high preformance body. I am not handsom, but I am very larg, very strong, and very tough. Which is the best 2nd prize you will ever find and a better deal than most people get. In addition to this one thing (I know I am strong, i don't know that i am actually all that smart), i am very goo at making people like me. I know exactly what to say to provoce on optimal reaction from whoever i am speaking to. (i have decided i will not bother to capitlize my i's because no one will ever read this but i. i i i.) All of this is wonderfull and seems wonderfull to me, most of the time. In the non-most parts of time, i notice that even with all these quiltys i have very feiw friends. I meet people, but i very rarley meet people that are worth the effort to understand, to become close with. I very rarley meet people that are better company than a good book, or a good game. I don't know if it is a problem with me, or a problem with the world. A little of colum a, a little of colum B, i suppose.

Oh well. what can you do.