A secret I've kept to myself for far too long. I cannot stand to live watching other people happy. Sometimes, I cast a gaze upon some people and sometimes I look and them and just smile. But more importantly, when I do that, I would secretly hope for ill to befall them. I also often wonder why is it that I'm always so bitter while most people can go haa-hee-huu like some prancing monkey on the loose. Therefore, I sometimes derive pleasure from being difficult towards others which, in other words, translates into being a pain-in-the-arse. You know like, if I'm not happy, why should life be any less complicated for them. Being a sadist (if you will) somewhat gives me a sense of authority or superiority of some sort.

Now all of you probably think I should be admitted into a mental asylum.

Gee, what a way to usher in the new year. With a bang indeed. I've certainly banged myself (this is no attempt to be lame or funny. I really did "bang" myself in this entry)

Now my friends, don't you worry. I would never wish for any harm to befall you. The "some people" mentioned earlier are probably people who have been very very very very very mean to me but got away with it.