PENCIL:I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER:That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
I hate you. So much. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve hated you since I met you. Your face screams “bitch”. Because that’s what you are. A bitch. With a bitch face. SKANKY HO, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE QUESTIONING MY ABILITY TO GO TO UNIVERSITY, HUH CHUMP?!! WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF THINKING THAT I WOULD GO TO ORIENTATION FOR ANY OTHER REASON THAN THE FACT THAT AM GOING TO AUCKLAND UNIVERSITY THIS YEAR, PUNKASSMUTHAFUKA?! fuckinbitchhoasscunt.
But really, I don’t hate you that much. I just have issues trying to think of someone I truly ha—
wait. Forget about the chick this started off to be about. Re-do.
Dear Person I Hate
You’re a bitch. A super bitter bitch. I don’t know why, and I maybe I never will, but seriously. Learn how to hide that shit in public. If I can act civilly around you, surely you can do the same, especially in my own fucking house. I know there’s been a sort of mutual hatred since we met not too long ago, but seriously. Jesus christ.
Less to say, but I don’t like to think of her too much.
STEP AWAY FROM THE CAMO PANTS, PUT DOWN THE GOOD CHARLOTTE CDS, STOP DESTROYING THINGS FOR FUN AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP PLAYING WITH FIRE. Seriously kid, see that wall in the corner? You’re gonna set that on fire, and it won’t be as awesome as you thought it would be.
On a more serious note, watch who you make friends with. You’re gonna run into a few gems someday, but a lot of people before they come along are gonna be cunt bags.
This includes your cousins. You’re forced to spend time with them now and it’s hell hearing the way they talk about you when they don’t think you’re listening, but one day you’ll drunkenly look them in the eye and tell them that you know you’re weird, that you know you’re fucked up and different but you are absolutely fine with it. With a lovely “Merry Fucking Christmas” on top. But for now, grin and take it cause trust me, karma fucks a lot of them in the ass.
Oh, and don’t worry about not being able to skateboard well. It’s gonna go out of fashion soon anyway.
0 - 32 = low (most people with Asperger Syndrome or high-functioning autism score about 20) 33 - 52 = average (most women score about 47 and most men score about 42) 53 - 63 is above average 64 - 80 is very high 80 is maximum
Your score: 18
scored a 19.
This again? Yess. Got a 9. Bitches love my…lack of empathy. (I do have Asperger’s though. So I’ll just blame that part of my genetics.)
I got bored halfway through this and had my flat mate Sam answer half of them. So I guess if we merged or like, made a freak baby, this would be its score: 29