I realized that that message in the form of a flying choclate milk carton exploding against my face was something more. She thought I was mad, because of that, but it was more like, I realized a lot of stuff about myself that I don't like, and that I don't know why I have any friends whatsoever. like, I'm a jerk, I lie costantly, I'm way to into girls, and I have horrible timing, I missed out on the greatest thing ever. No one takes me serioselly, and I'm sick of it, like I'm trying to change it, but everyone just thinks I'm pissed or sad or some crap. I'm just trying to be normal and stop impressing people. Last night, I swear I came so close to just like finishing everything, because I'm just so sick of everything.