Random

Well it's 7:38 am and I'm heading to school on the bus. Not much going on right now... Just wondering.

Why do people hate me?

And with an attachment to that, I wonder, why must they hide it?

Fake people make me upset, and it's not okay to make me mad. Because I'll call you out in a heartbeat.

So, I've concluded that people hate me because I'm bold. I'm not afraid to say anything, and people don't know how to handle that. They say say something quietly, hoping no one hears. Then I come along not giving a crap. So I've decided.

I'm not changing for anybody.

Wants stand me? Take a seat.

Take my advice, it might save your life.

Sincerely, Intel