So I took a quiz on the internet to find out.
1) I do things slowly.
Do things? Uhhh. . .
2) My future seems hopeless.
No, not at all. I'm gonna die someday.
3) It's hard for me to concentrate on reading.
I'm sorry. Did you write something? I was busy drawing this cat. . . Be careful, Cat. That coffee you're holding is really hot. You wouldn't want to burn yourself, now would you, Cat? . . . Or would you? Maybe that's the only thing that makes you feel anything anymore, isn't it, Cat? <meow> You're a sad, little Cat, aren't you,? <meow> You take your coffee like you take your existence, don't you, Cat? Unrequested and thrown in your face, staining your pristine flesh with the acidic mess of "being."
Eh, you know what?
I probably don't need to finish this quiz.
I'm just gonna like, stare for a few hours or something.
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.