I'm a cheater.
I lie as if my life depended on it.
I forget about everything and everyone.
Not much matters to me anymore.
I've lost my interest in skating.
I don't care to run anymore.
I don't even want to finish writing this blog.
I get hurt easily.
I see flaws in everything.
You're my best friends, but I absolutely hate talking to you guys about anything intellectual because you just make me feel inferior. Sorry for not being omniscient.
You know what I feel like right now?
A burden.
I'm sorry that I whine. I'm sorry I complain. I'm sorry I'm sensitive. I'm sorry that you all have better things to do.
But, if you can't accept that about me, then I don't need you. Any of you.
