I am a person.
A cynical, sarcastic dickhead. I ask questions, then I answer them myself. What more is there to say to be honest? I don't write anything interesting, just the random shit that floats through my head. I am not creative, I am not funny, I just exist. Just like the words on your screen exist. Some might call me smart or intelligent, but in reality aren't we all?

In all honesty, all I am is a blank slate. I have no allegiances, I have no real feelings, I have no emotional attachments. So why not read my ramblings, and leave none the wiser to whom, or what I am or what the fuck I was talking about.