The simple question, "What's wrong?" can send me into a fucking tantrum. If I'm fine, and I'm asked that goddamn question, I will fucking kill you. Unless you physically see me tearing something other than paper or something to shreds, I'm fucking fine. It's even worse when I casually respond with, "I'm fine" and they go on to treat me like an abused kitten. Like LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, DAMMIT! If you have already pissed me off, you don't wanna act like you pissed me off! I will claw your fucking eyes out. Some people appreciate your concern, but I will hate you for the rest of your natural lifespan.

On another note, I'm really bored.

Okay bye, I'll shut up now.

Or will I?