Something goes here, but I’m not sure what.
I’m 16 years old and I’m very boring.
Actually, you might not want to talk to me precisely for that reason, because I swear upon bananas I will make your brains boil.
I tried to make friends once, but they screamed “FREAK!” and ran away.
Oddly enough, there were no mirrors around.
Like I said, I’m very boring, and I’m also extremely rude, so don’t poke me with a stick and then run away crying that evil old Flitch had hurt your fragile feelings.
That weirdo therapist said I should start blogging to let my emotions out, and although I did poke his eye, I actually decided to start following advices. So that’s basically how I wind up here.
They also suggested I get a pet so that I don’t feel lonely. As if I ever did.
But pets sound nice, particularly because most of them don’t talk, although I have no idea what kind of creature I should get.
I guess that’s it for now, and, although they are probably going to force me to be “more descriptive”, I will leave for now and try to do something useful with my life.