So. Here I am with yet another blog. I have a few issues to adress.

Hogofwar, if you're actually going to comment on my blog, don't fucking leave a poll or anything of the sort. I will hunt you down and rip you in half. I already get a low amount of viewers as it is, I don't want them to be annoyed by your bullshit. If you can't write a blog, sucks for you. It can wait.

Person who told me that I should kill my subconscious and steal his energy sword… You're telling me that I should kill something that influences every single decision I make in my life, and steal a sword made from his own energy? You do realize that if he dies, the sword disappears, right?

Whether you were being serious or not, it doesn't matter. Never mess around with me after I've wrote a serious blog. I seem to get annoyed by that. Maybe that's a bit obvious? I put in long amounts of time of work on these blogs, and yet, it seems like no one cares enough to read properly through them and respond.

Do feel free to call me an attention whore, because I put work into something and expect people to actually care enough about what I do to tell me about it. I suppose I am indeed an attention whore, if that is your defintion of one. I like to do things for people. ANd I like to know what people have to say about the things that I do for them. I like to know what people think of what I have to say. Why else would I spend so long on it?

But, due to the frail condition of the human mind, we have a disease known as sentience. I'm not saying this is a bad thing, but in the wrong hands, id est, the majority of the world, it is indeed, a very powerful thing. And that isn't very good, to tell the truth. If these people were denied the sentience that they're allowed to hold, then life would be just that more simple. The people who deserve attention would get it, and the idiots would be gone.

But, in that case, people like me would have no one to make fun of, except for the mentally handicapped, and the physically handicapped. Of course, they're already fucked up enough as it is. I suppose they can take it. They've already taken the fact that they've lived through life more retarded than a cork, or they've taken a bullet to the shoulder. I don't care enough to tell them that I do care, so yeah.

I may be insensitive to some, but I call it having a sense of humour. If you're not able to laugh, then why should you be living? Cruel things are funny, and you want to laugh at them, most of the time. But you don't. You don't want people to think that you don't care. But you do care. If you care enough to laugh, you, indeed, care a lot.

I digress from the point of this blog. There was no point to begin with, actually, so, I don't think I digressed at all.

Ultimately, the point is this: SUBURBIA YAYAYAY.