I'm not a people's person. I hate it when they're unpolite, when they curse, and mostly when they're in a hurry because they almost knock my mother over, trying to get past her as fast as they can. I worry for her and I hate them for it.

Once I told her I wish I lived alone in the world and she answered that it would be best if we live in a world where people have good manners. I agreed, but I don't really think that it's a possibility.

Yeah, I'm just hopeless like that.