probablyme

It says I have to write something about myself... why? Don't I have a right to privacy? I feel such things are not properly advocated on today's internet world. And apparently I have a 2000 character limit. So you want me to spill my secrets, but don't want me to ramble on incoherently? You can't spell incoherent without 'fun'.
Well, actually you can. In fact, spelling it without 'fun' is the correct way to spell incoherent.
I'm currently listening to this song that's in Russian and English and Latin and it makes me kinda hungry, but not in a food sense, unless I could get proper nutrition from lasers, then my line of thinking would work out. 
I write my stories in this nice font that doesn't actually transfer to websites. The font is called 'My Handwriting' and it's made out of my blood, sweat and tears. Well, definitely not my sweat. My blood, certainly. Occasionally my tears, but that's for certain moments only. Nothing you'll ever witness.
Some people say I'm kinda weird and make no sense, but I make perfect sense to me, but not to them. If they apparently represent the rest of the world and do not derive satisfactory understanding from my speech, does that mean I am too good or too bad for this world? Because it would certainly imply I am not of this world, but if I subscribed to the theory of solipsism then this world would be mine and I would not feel alienated. This world must belong to someone else. I should find out who, because they kicked me out and I want to know why. Or I could just accept my fate and create my own to my own standards. A new world, that is.
Some say that would be defeatist. It's so difficult to understand anything at all anymore. I think that's what I'm trying to say in my story, if I'm trying to say anything at all, and perhaps I'm not. Perhaps I'm just saying it without second guessing or looking back, in any way, shape or form. The truth. Or my truth. That'd be nice.