I've been wondering if there's a relation between intelligence and sadness. Most geniuses in history were depressed. I can relate.
I look around, and what do I see? Stupidity. That's all there is. Stupid people saying stupid things. Why can't other people be smart, like me? Why am I the only interesting person I know? Is God punishing me by making me too smart for my own good?
I mean, look at you. All you do is come here and talk about pointless things, like drama and knives. You keep doing that while the Illuminati take over the planet. I'm the only one here who cares about that, it seems.
What about aliens? There's scientific evidence that they are among you, studying your weaknessess and planning your utter annihilation. Lucky for me, I have no weakness. They'll probably accept me among them. Then I'll look at your corpses and laugh because you all deserve what's coming.
Now excuse me, there's a naked classy woman awaiting me in my bed.
