I don't feel so hot. I hate myself. I hate everything that comes along with being who I am, everyday. I'm a bitch. I'm a fucking bitch who calls out other bitches while doing the same bitchy things. This weekend was a travesty. I don't know why I had to be apart from my friends. I don't know why I had to rebel and go to a club instead of my friend's girlfriend's birthday party. I wanted to do it all, but I should have been smarter than that. I don't know why I had to follow around Alaina while complaining about her tactics. I don't know why I had to drag sweet Lorien along. I don't know why I decided to leave Frogstar behind. God, I'm so fucking pissed off at myself right now. I did everything this weekend wrong, Wrong, WRONG. I don't ever want to leave my house again.
Cheer up - things are usually better on the next day!
Btw - it's too bad I left St. Louis before knowing you. I would have probably hired you to my studio for some work. You have some nice talent!