I'm not the nicest person.

Not the meanest either, but.

Right now I feel like shouting obsenities.

It seems like I'm mad at everybody.

I'm mad at someone for being the biggest loser, moron, brainless piece of trash. I have no respect for him and yet he is higher on the scale. He sounds worse than my parents when he flipping gives me lectures. The worst thing is, I'M MORE TALENTED THEN HE IS. For God's sake, is there no justice?

I'm mad at another someone because he took what I cared about and told me it was a waste of time. Ok, ok. Whatever. I should blow it off. But, I CARE about this an awful lot. And he says it's crap. Thanks a billion. I hate you.

I'm mad at every idiot in the world. Even the ones I haven't met. The ones who give teenagers a bad name. The ones who are walking stereotypes. The ones who think they are flipping experts at things they don't understand. The ones that are experts and make sure you know it. I hate all of them.

I'm mad at myself. I'm mad because I'm a selfish, egotistical brat. I'm mad because I don't learn from the past.

And all this anger. It makes me feel guilty.

And tired.

And lonely.