If you know me in real life, you will probably also know that I am a pain-in-the-neck rather rude human, but you get used to it. At least I'm not rude intentially. I call it sticking up for myself. You call it rudeness.
Too friggin' bad.
My 'needs to be expressed' basically mean writing letters to inanimate objects. Or to people who don't know I exist. Or just random things. I also write things when I feel deep, usually after I've stood in the shower for a full hour with the shower spray held upside down with the shower turning into a frigging fountain. Amazingly cool. Also splashy.
 Sadly, I can not upload a picture. The camera would get wet. Also I would be naked. But I'd be the one holding the camera so I don't think it matters.
 And knowing me, I would probably drop the camera and it would get stuck in the drain and make the water pool up while I uselessly try to pull it out and then the water would be above my head and I'd be flapping around in there like a mentally incompetent seal like I did the time Hanouf pushed me in the pool (long and heartbreaking story) and I'd be thinking about all the things I never did and then after I died the shower stall would burst and my mom would call the police without bothering to cover my nakedness and the guy would be like :O unless he was a pervert (which he will be) and he goes :D
Wow. This was...wierd. But epic.
Okay, you can go now. But don't judge me about what I just wrote. It's twelve thirty-three in the morning and my brain is working weirdly. I mean, this whole thing was supposed to be an intrduction to my account, but I don't think it turned out very intoductive (if that is even a word).
Oh well.