sick

I think that I am a very quietly competitive person. One might not know I’m competing with them, but almost always I will be. Fine, not almost always, I compete with bitches that think they own the world, like they have the right to make people feel terrible about themselves. I will never really actively do anything to be better than them, but in my head there is a battle of personalities going on, and I wait. I wait for the day* they bow to my superiority. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

*this day will probably never come unless I study Law and become a politician and then find out which section of society my most hated people are in and tax them like crazy and make up discriminatory laws against them.

This makes no sense. I’m just going mad because I’m sick and my housemate is stoned and the tv is so loud that I can’t hear my mindvoice that tells me all the  big words to sound smart arghhhhhh TURN THAT TV OFF MY EARS ARE RINGING raaaaaaaaaaageeeeeeeeeeeeee