The conscience of human never allows us to be quited with the unjustice.
I'm really starting to think everything happens for a reason.
When I'm out with a group I hide in the corner and get legless. I just make sure my friends shield me.
All I say is that I don't go out with famous men.
But I'm not crazy about the designers like Prada and Gucci. I hate going into designer stores.
All I want to do when I have time off is to have a laugh with my school friends and go down the pub.
I'm not into the whole showbiz scene.
Because handsomeness is always accompanied by vanity. And I suppose ugliness is accompanied by a wealth of virtues?
Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar of the sea, gut their lives are shallow and stagnant, like the rotting marshes. Many are those who lift their heads above the mountain tops, but their spirits remain dormant in the obscurity of the caverns.
Life, it seems, is not meaningless but, rather, so full of meaning that its meaning must be constantly murdered for the sake of cohesion and comprehension. For the sake of the storyline.
I don't make fun of my characters. I just like to laugh and I think people are funny and the world is funny.