regrets.

Oh man.
I've done something so bad.
Actually, no, I'm exaggerating as per usual?

Well, it wasn't bad bad. But it was pretty bad?

I hate the feeling after you tell someone how you dislike someone and then feel like you shouldn't have trusted them with that information.

:(

Maybe I really do bring my own enemies upon myself?
The sad moment when my conscience nods in agreement.

Now that I think about it, I do have quite a few 'enemies'.
But I also have more true friends than the average person.
But that's probably coz they haven't hurt me yet? Please prove my theory wrong, friends, and be true and loyal for as long as possible.

Okay, here's a warning: depresso thoughts approaching.

Sometimes I really wonder if I am actually a horrible person who deserves isolation and no human contact?

Everywhere I go I end up with new enemies.

I am just a b*tch by nature, i guess.
And I keep making excuses for the fact that I am..
But i can't hide it. I'm so blessed to have such lovely, nice friends. I don't know why they would even associate themselves with me.
No matter how hard I tell myself, I WON'T stuff things up, I do. I bring it on myself.

Alright, that's enough depresso-ness. Im off to bed. Im actually sitting on the toilet blogging coz mum will tell me to sleep if I come out. LOOL. Dw i'm just sitting. :P

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