We're all the same, no matter how you look at it. You may claim that you're special, that you're brilliant or whatever. But the truth is, we're all the same. Firstly because we're all human, not beasts, and secondly because we're all fucked up in our own fucked up way.

I mean, fucked up as in screwed up, as in damaged and not innocent like a little baby.

Sometimes I think I admire someone. Then I realise that someone has some kinda flaw. And another one has yet another flaw. If I could take away all of myself, and replace it with all the good stuff from others, then I think I could maybe just start looking nicely at the mirror.

It's not the mirror I have a vendetta against.

It's what I see in the mirror. I mean, come on. Even after a haircut I still can't look in the mirror. Disgusting.

I think the only way to start looking in the mirror is to have an identity overhaul.

I look, and find fault, and look, and find fault.

I would like to be a cat. Humans are just inherently mean, cruel, abusive, self-centred, in addition to all the good things that they are.

I would like to be a cat.

We're all fucked up in our own little fucked up ways.