You are a chronic Writer. A paraniod schizofrenic.
Your motto is, " Its better to kill then be killed" Which would explain the pile of dead bodies in your backyard.
You have another motto which is, "If at first you dont succeed, F*ck the world and smoke some weed!"
Which would explain the bong you have sitting in your room. Your life consists of dreams and achievments,
As in Ninty percent dreams and no achievements. (Theres a general error of about Ten percent!)
Lately you have also been seeing the purple mushroom aliens more often, and fear that soon the mushroom kind will abduct you...
...Its all just a matter of time.
