Why? And other rubbish...

Why does life have to be so messed up? And love, what a stupid idea, does it even work? (Does that last sentence even work...?) I mean, sure, why not, fall in love with some one...what are the chances it'll be requited? Or that they even know you exist? I think it'd be a hell of a lot easier if we just went into heat every now and then like animals. You know, get your jollies in, propagate the species and all that jazz. Then go on your merry way. (I can't believe I just wrote that.)
Except, would being that close to animals make us not have souls? Because I like my dæmon. I honestly don't see how anyone can live without one (except that annoying habit they have of stating uncomfortable truths). Well, not many people actually do live without one, unless they're in Haiti, but...they just ignore them. Thalie's the only one I know of who's always there when I need her, always comforts me when I'm hiding in my room crying, always makes me feel more like crying when shei says 'I love you.'
I don't know why I'm writing this. Futile, stupid stream of consciousness that no one will probably understand. I wish I didn't make myself pay attention to grammar, or at least knew what a transitive verb was. I told Mom that I liked looking in this 'how-to-write' book whenever I had a grammar question about transitive verbs or something. She didn't understand.
I wish I could be less like Remus. That would be spiffy.
Am I really that much like Remus?
Mmm...stream of consciousness, which isn't really like stream of consciousness because I keep breaking off to read things. *breaks off to read things*
I'm going to stop now, because this is a load of rubbish. Unintelligible, meaningless rubbish.
Remus is a coward. Remus is probably going to regret this.