And it's not self-loathing, it's simply the truth. Everything that would be simple and clean cut for others ends up a huge mental catastrophe for me. Which is, I'm sure, partially due to my over analytical mind. The rest of the blame I'm not quite sure where to put it. Maybe fate. Yeah, I'll blame fate. Sounds logical enough for me.

random thoughts of the moment:
-Seriously, fuck highschool. I'm LEAVING that shit the minute I turn 18.
- The word "love" and everything it entails is probably the biggest oxymoron of all time.
- I'm hungry and there is not a single thing to eat in my house.
- I can't smoke a bowl until my mother leaves the house and she takes 12 years to do anything, so I'm sure I'll be waiting.
- I'm a huge hypocritical bitch lately. I should most likely be punched.