King's Choice

It's not a habit, it's cool. I feel alive.

For the past three fucking years, I haven't felt this. A comeback? Perhaps. Robin's back too. The bad thing about this are the sleepless nights, the feeling after a coupla hours and mental stability. Money constraints? None. I'll spend my fucking money the way I want to.

Argumentum ad hominem.

Can you discern the difference between what's good and evil? If you can give a suffering person a somewhat temporary moment of relief from everything, a moment of heaven away from hell, is that bad? No. Want a rebuttal? An argumentum ad hominem would suffice.

Leave me alone, but don't leave me alone with my gun else I'd shoot all of you.

Am I going insane? Hell no, I'm just doing my thing to relieve stress. Weird as it may seem, try to put yourself in my place. You'll know what I mean.

Tired of the search for answers.

Instead of using my deductive and inductive reasoning, I've decided to leave everything unanswered. I remember this exam I had, there was this very difficult question wherein you have to explain and apply the different theories on behaviour. What was my answer, you might ask. "I don't know."

Then I left.

You can always ignore everything, it's your choice anyway. Well, this is MY choice. I don't give a fuck about what people think. Their opinions mean nothing to me. Think what you will, I'm better than you(Robin).