If I ever randomly spunk out and punch the nearest victim around me, it's the coffee. Or I'm nuts, idk depends on the day.

I have this problem where I torture myself and make myself write like eight different personalities and have them bunk together in the same room at the front of my head and usually when I try to explain that to people it ends up a mess and forces me to just nod and pretend they totally get me and write run on sentences.

I added a period though, so that's nice. Am I done writing about myself now? No? What do you mean add more? No I can't say that. Because I wouldn't know if that's true or not. Isn't that the other guys thing? 
THAT'S A GIRL?
Who are you talking to? 
Nobody, why?

Oh for the love of God.