Someone please tell me I'm a loser. Now.
I'm uncharacteristically wearing my heart on my sleeve. I'm just not gonna make anything right. So damn tired of trying to prove myself wrong. Just really weak, dear me, dear me... I'm documenting the worst part of my life, the period where I'm struggling with myself the most, where I can't accept myself the most. Seriously, this is not some teenage rumbling anymore... I'm 21. When am I gonna to get out of this mess?
