Mental Conversations (Or Me Being Really Crazy)

So, I had an exam today, but we had SO MUCH time that I spent 15 minutes writing down a mental conversation with myself on a piece of scrap paper. And I decided to write some here. I'll write one every few days. Just because I can. And also because I'm bored. But mainly because I'll entertain you guys with how absolutely crazy and strange my mind is.

Entry 1

I'm really bored. I don't know why. I have a computer in front of me, a whole bunch of stuff to revise and god knows how many books on hand. I'm just so. Damn. Bored. But that's the point of why I'm writing this isn't it? Oh, I don't know... This is just so stupid. Why the hell am I doing this anyway.

I wish Wattpad had a spellcheck. Should it have one?

I'm thirsty... But I don't want to move.

I think I'm ADHD. But I'm not. But I act like I do.

And there's too many incomplete sentences.

I'm pretty sure I completely screwed up my Chinese composition today. But I had so much time. It's not like a could do anything about it. I would know. I used up half of the scrap paper just writing something like this.

I can't believe I'm doing this. My thoughts are so unorganised.

Oh screw this, I'll drink something...

Right, hands back on keyboard.

The drink was actually right next to me. Dunno why I didn't just reach over. Too lazy to.

Hope mum won't come back too soon.

Help. Crap. I can't stop.

Mental converations are wierd. Ever had an argument (Wait is that spelt right?) (No it isn't. *le change*) with yourself? It seems that I do that constantly. And now for some reason my mind is blank. Hang on, does thinking your mind is blank make it not blank? 'Cause you're thinking about something. So your mind isn't blank.

I'll have to add some paragraphs later.

Oh crap. Must stop. Must revise Geography. Otherwise, so screwed tomorrow.

Farewell, my strange and delusional mind.

P.S. Just for the record I actually DID think out all of the above. Including this. This too. And this. Crap. Holy... Right. Bye now.

P.P.S. Almost forgot, I have to paragraph (Is it add paragraph or just paragraph?) the stuff. It's too... Messy. Heh heh. Messy, Messi. Hehe. Oh and I'll probably be signing off with "Farewell, my strange and delusional mind" from now on, for an unlimited amount of time. Depends how I feel. My mind IS strange and delusional anyway.

P.P.P.S. Just reread what I wrote and I was thinking, "Damn. What the hell is wrong with me?" Then proceeded to mentally punch something over fifty times. Not. I'm exaggerating. Dunno why I have to say that. Just because I have to. Or want to. Or whatever. Shit. Can't stop again. Mind is running a hundred miles an hour. Does that even make sense? I wanna watch Big Bang Theory. Haha. Big Bang. Bang. BANG. BA-BOOM. Or, BANGING. Will now go wallow in pain and self-pity. Because of stupid exams.

P.P.P.P.S (So many Ps...) I'll be talking about our (me and my classmates') cloning plan and process and stuff. And stuff. Bye. Officially. And non-officially. (Is non-officially even a word? Oh crap here I go again.) BYE.