The life story

My life in less than 100 wordsbr />
Bleak, that’s less than a thousand, isn’t it? Just one word, is bleak. Bleak and boring, there that’s two. I could think of more, if I really wanted to. Bleak, boring, empty; they’re all words to describe my lifeless life. Other kids go to the park or to parties or the cinema or something like that but not me. I stay indoors a lot, out of the sun and away from others. People call me weird or abnormal but it’s just the way I am. There, how many words is that. Can’t be more than a hundred.
Of course, I could go on. I could explain myself fully. My ways, my life. What I do and more importantly why I do it, but why would I want to do that. No one really cares about the Cause. They think that just because they can’t hear it that it’s not real, and that everyone who does here it is weird. Maybe it’s not real for them, but to those of us who do hear it’s really important. I know I’ve gone over my one hundred word limits but I think I ought to explain this properly.