Hello? This is PMS speaking

Of course, despite being very masculine in terms of emotions and such (ie. not having any), I can still sense things like PMS. So the following rant is purely PMS speaking, not me. The sensible, calm, undisturbed, me.

Oh who am I kidding?

First off I'd just like to give a shoutout to the most anal person I've ever met. Your breath stinks and you are so ANAL. Forgive me for not elaborating, really not in the mood to.

I hate people. I hate people I hate. If living like a hermit is an option in my current situation, I'd be happy to adopt a hermit lifestyle. By hermit I mean, living off in a cottage by myself and survive on mineral water I haul up the mountain every first day of the month, vegetables that I grow (hopefully they'll grow), and instant noodles of various flavours, which I also haul up the mountain every second day of the month. Just be away. Leave me alone.

Someone once told me, that they think I'd be capable of not speaking all day. To which I agreed. Speaking is overrated. Most of the time I really don't say anything.

Nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters, to me.