I Get Paranoid

Hi.

Wow. That was pathetic. But, I guess this is why I'm doing this.
Cuz people are pathetic.
And most of them suck.
But all things aside, let's get started.

Uh, I guess I should start of with my name.

So, my name is Christine. People call me Chris. Yes I know it's a guys name, but at least it's not Chrissy or Tina or some girly shit like that.
Beside the point though, I'll tell you why I'm here. Well, i don't really know why I'm here. I just kinda got bored and wanted to see if I wrote down everything that happens to me, it might actually start to make sense.
Let's be honest for a second, everyone sees thing differently. This is called perception. Something bad may be good to others. Something screwed up in the head for others may, in my case, be the average shit to deal with. In all fairness, I don't always understand what people are thinking, those dumb fucks, but the least i cloud do is share what I think with others. I think it could make me understand myself more and why I do what I do, and also let you guys understand the mind of someone who feels completely on the outside.
I could get all sad and rant about every little thing wrong with my life, but this is the real shit. Prepare to be scarred, amused, inspired and just plain messed up.

I swear, if you knew the things I thought in my head, we wouldn't be friends.

***all names and places have been changed to conceal the identity of these screwed-up people***