Me being dumb. d:

“UGH!” I groaned seeing that the man I hated was walking by.
A man? Was he even so much? No. This guy was just a guy. No. Not even a guy. He was a pathetic excuse of a guy. He wasn’t even a guy. No. Just because the person/thing had a (very, very, small) penis does not make him a guy. No. He/it doesn’t even deserve to be an animal. He/it is more like a thing in the middle of my existence. A thing! He is a thing. A thing that can talk (more like mumble), walk (more like waddle), eat, and sleep. A thing. That is all he is. A fucking thing. On top of that the thing thinks! No. Thinking is not bad. But the thoughts the thing thinks are all pretty much stupid. Isn’t that stupid? A thing, disturbing my existence just by existing, disturbs me even more by its idiocracy. Its stupidity and the knack for always being stupid. It just doesn’t make any sense! :O Maybe I don’t make sense! Oh my geebus, why do I effing care so much? I shouldn’t. I don’t even know why I’m writing this nonsense. OH, RIGHT! HIM/IT! Because he/it matters so effing much. Right? Him/it isn’t even worth any of this nonsense. Okay. >.< I’m done.