I Could Go SuperSonic, The Problem's Chronic, Tell Me, Does Life Exist Beyond It?

I like Bad Religion lyrics.

But anyway, the moral of the story is....why I hate people.
Why do I hate people? That's the funny thing, I actually don't. I've just been going through a get-easily-irritated spell. Maybe I'm just taking out pent up frustration on other people. But regardless, I have been taking it out on other people. Sometimes I get so mad, I start shaking. I shake, that's what I do. Whenever I'm really ANYTHING, like really mad, or really sad, or really happy, I start shaking.

Freak-y, yes. But that's not the moral of the story either.

The moral of the story is....Why I don't hate some people.
It's true. In this time of hateeverybody-itis, I have been very pleased with some of my closest chums. More pleased than I have been in forever. I'm like, "Ah, friend! I love you! Yay!!!"

But, that, too, is also not the moral of the story. The moral of the Story is...My theory on why I'm really mad. I think I'm just bored. I think I'm going to go dye my hair again.
Freakazoid.