Britney

I feel bad for being unbearable and all the times the people I love haven’t been able to deal with me and for all the good energy I’ve scared away. I feel bad for growing older but not being any more organized or adept at things that require common sense or getting better at handling my relationships.

College is my only shot at freedom from the stupid burdens I have and I’m even messing that up. (Probably not, but I only know my subjectivity, and I think that’s one of my mistakes.) I think it is safe to say that I genuinely hate myself and I can’t stop letting people know that to make up for all my perceived errors. I have nothing else to say. I’m going to stop myself from disappointing myself even more by not giving myself the chance to. ♦