Unique Ness

Well, my mouse is annoying. It works great for a few seconds, then goes haywire. Darn old aged laptop. Its getting into its golden years, and I feel sorry for it. It's old. Poor laptop has to have me for an owner. Am I that bad? I didn't know I could be that bad. Gosh, this mouse I took from the computer lab is too long. It has a lon wire, and kind of sort of big mouse. I wish that my laptop would be fixed and NORMAL. I have NORMAL though.
Being normal is too normal. Being unique is too normal. Like Sherry said, be unique like everyone else. So why should we be unique when everyone else is striving to be different? Be the first to say, I want to be normal, because there are hardly any normies out there! I want to be, I don't know. I don't know what I want to be. I don't know what to do. I'm totally and completely lost here. Lost in my own thoughts, and I still don't know what I am talking about.
Okay, I just got back from getting my mother's laptop for back up. Ah, yes, I've stooped so slow that I am using my mother's laptop. Woe is me. Yeah right, it works better than mine. In fact it works much better! Although, the feeling of the keyboard is a little different from my own. I like the feeling, it's like I'm not even touching the keyboard.
I feel the eyes of haters burning on my flesh. I hear the voices of fakers telling lies. I feel that my presence is not wanted. Back, I must go back. Home is only safe, home is where I must get to. Home is my home. (If you're wondering what in the heck I'm writing about, then go on. Keep wondering.)
Keep up with me, aight? Hooligans and nincompoops everywhere. HAHA. Make me laugh. GO ahead. Bong i tong zong!