And the days keep going.

So many thoughts, so many of them irrelevant and boring, so many of them already past thoughts. Originality, maybe not one of my best traits. But then, I'm not a sheep either, or at least I strive not to be. I hate sheep, only doing something because some one else said it was "cool". (And that word shits me).

We were talking about 100 monkey syndrom at school today. The whole thing where, as an experiment, 100 monkey's were put on an island with potatos as their only source of food. The potatos were dirty so the monkeys wouldn't eat them, until one day one of the monkeys decides to wash the potato. So then all the other monkeys washed the potatos.

Whether or not that's true, I don't know. But anyways.

There were so many things I thought about writing earlier on today, and now I can't remember a single one of them. That's my memory for you. Not that anyone cares. I haven't got the worst memory so that's a plus for me.

Only here for obligation's sake

And so my quest for someone to care continues. People are really only interested in one thing, themselves. But then, maybe not all people. Although, alot of people I know are. Selfish bastards, who don't care who they tread on and pretend not to hear when people tell them they're selfish. Or then, knowing they are and complaining about it but being too lazy to do anything about it.

Is this me? Am I selfish?

What do I care. Bitch about me, call me slut/whore/little shit, whatever you will and I could care less. If it makes you feel better. I really dont care. Believe me or not. But bitching is a common thing, I can't do anything to stop it, so I'm not gonna try. Infact, please do bitch about me, even do it to my face. If only we could all be honest with each other. Hahaha, but then, that'd take the fun out of bitching.