I think that's my destiny -- keep on making mistakes and then regretting what I had done.

I can't help but look down upon myself. I am not no so much as a good person as a vicious one.

I have to admit all my mean thoughts and vicious words.

It hurts. I know. That's what it meant to be, after all.



I have no idea what made me so angry at this world, and I have no idea what I should do to myself. Friends left, never looking back. And I'm all alone.

I'm so wary.