There are too many blog hosts that limit your freedom of expression.  It's good to see that at least Soul Cast is different in this respect, but I have no doubts that what I have to say may test those boundaries.  I wasn't going to pay good money for some gothy shit Dead Journal in order to say what's on my mind.  If you can't take negativity, I have two pieces of advice for you:

1.) Stop reading right now.

2.) Grow the fuck up.

I am not here to flame anyone in particular, but I won't make it any secret that I have issues, and humanity is one of them.  Do I hate people?  Sure, a lot of us do.  Do I hate people 100% of the time?  No.  In fact, I suffer from some kind of love-hate relationship with most of you, known and unknown.  The part of me that is writing this doesn't understand where the other side is coming from, and vice versa.  Sometimes, for whatever reason, I want to be as beneficial to humankind as possible by way of helping individuals sort out their problems in person, in IM, on the phone, what have you.. the other side of me thinks the solution to all our problems is mechanical/chemical and is dropped from planes, who in order to wipe us out completely, would then be required to willingly crash and burn.

Lovely.

People tell me I remind them of Patrick Bateman.  If you don't know who that is, I'm not going to bother telling you.  His lust for carnage on a personal level is beneath my scope, however, since I more often daydream about racking up a body count that would cause Bateman to piss his pants in envy.  Am I a serial killer?  Of course not, and I don't intend to become one until there is no moral guilt in these thoughts and I don't mind the idea of spending my life in prison getting fucked in the ass, all for not being able to control my desire to snuff out some stranger whose life is most likely, comparably shitty to my own.  Some might say I'm doing the poor schlep a favor, but only half of me agrees.  But if I knew you, I'd still probably daydream about putting an axe in your forehead.

I don't know, I'm just fed up with today's society, where so many activities we participate in aren't really carried out because of want, but more than that a zombie-esque need to fit in and be part of the crowd.  Did you ever notice that the crowd is usually a bunch of idiots?   Yeah.  Well.

I should point out that not all of my entries will be like this.  It's just a rundown of a few things that have been on my mind lately, and I won't even go into relationship problems because the internet doesn't have enough space.  Contrary to what you, the reader, may be led to believe by this entry alone, I have been described as one of the sweetest, most compassionate human beings in the lives of several people; funny, charming, witty, and handsome.  But there are moments, like now, where I don't really care.  I don't find myself worth all that praise.  I'm just another troubled person like everyone else, and if you deny that you have problems, you'll never come close to solving even the simplest of them.

I've come to the point where I'm downloading World of Warcraft.  Sigh.