I know I've said this before (many times?) but sometimes, the blog post just fills itself. I had no inspiration of mine or any idea what I'm going to write (or writing) about but here goes:
Hi. I'm. Erm. Hi.
You make no sense.
Ha. Ha.
What the hell is so funny?!
Nothing ever makes. Sense. Ha. Ha.
Freaking autistic.
Well. To be precise. Autism is actually. A disorder used to describe...
Hello?
That's gone. Too.
Sigh.
Just you. And me then.
No one understands when I'm going. through my period.
I really don't know if that contained any substance but if I didn't include this line, you'd probably think so. But even now, who's to say there isn't.
Every dog has its day and every human, a period. in one's lifetime
where everything will (hopefully) start to make sense.
But nothing ever makes. Sense.