I think for once, I'm going to be honest. At least to some degree.

I'm shallow. I'm slightly full of myself. I'm much too sarcastic for my own good. I'm condescending. I hate you until I get to know you (though nothing would stop me from hating you even then). I judge people, but so does everyone else. I have a problem with authority and the egotism borne from it. Cops I have a special dislike for. Okay so you're just doing your job, so shoot me. And I don't like kids. I really don't.

Funny how what's wrong with us can sometimes say more about who we are than what we do right. That's what I've found to be the case, at least as far as your parents or teachers are concerned.

I have a problem choosing sides. I love gas stations. I love when the weather destroys things. I drive for miles for no reason, despite moans of protest from my wallet when it sees how much gas costs. I love my friends. I spare feelings when I least expect it. I'm often overwhelmed by nostalgia. I read more than I should. Or maybe less than I should. I procrastonate, but as timely as a possibly can. I get sad when the sun comes out.

That's it.