So, recently things have been going my way: hanging out with more people, getting a kick-ass game for free, getting hw done, shit like that. But apparently life has this whole thing were it goes "Who is this douchebag, and why the fuck is he doing so well? Time to knock him down a peg or nine." So, I have recently, in succession: missed a math exam (1 out of 4 total) worth 150 points; left a research paper to the last minute (me being dumb); screwed the pooch on the best friendship that I have. And honestly, I could live with any one of this, except for the last one. I took my closest friend, and was an unsupportive prick when she needed support because I was a jealous asshole, and then the next day, I used her past as a way to hurt her. And because of this, there isn't a word to explain the amount of self loathing I feel. I have a deep hatred for myself that has never existed before, and honestly, I'm so disappointed in myself that I wish I could disown myself. I literally wish I didn't know me, and I detest myself completely. So fuck yeah for teen angst. It's fucking awesome. I'll see you guys later.
edit: Oh yeah, and my not showing my fucked up-edness in my social life failed. It failed hard.
