Sc(h)attered nuerons~

I need adventure. I always need adventure.
Get out. Do loadsa crazy shit. Pump up loadsa adrenaline. Do adventure. Im addicted to it.
I need to keep things spiced up. I need to take cases. I need to be insane.
I thrive on the out of the ordinary.
I survive on bakchodi.
Its probably a very bad psycological disorder.
And its causing my social life to deteriorate like uranium with a half life of 2 seconds.
I dont give a fuck about the whole social image thing, though.
I dont speak to three quarters of the class anyway… and the good thing is they dont care either.
I have a way of life that is not supported. Like im a mac program and we live in the windows world. (bad analogy?)
I do my own thing.
I have been labled as a misfit. well fuck the world then. I’ll do whatever i have to….whatever makes me happy. whatever keeps me excited. Whatever keeps me insane.
Coz i think sanity and being a fuckin nice guy’s a waste of life. routines will just kill me. And the ordinary will frustrate me into killing myself.