I am a fucking irritating idiot. That's all there is too it. Everytime I think that I'm ok... that I've escaped from whatever mess I got myself into, something else comes along and pushes my face a little further into the mud. And the worst part is, I don't even know what I have done this time, or even if I want to fix it. How can I feel this way. Nothing is going good right now really but I don't want to fix it. I don't want to have to be the one to fix it this time. I want someone else to help for once. But how can I expect anyone to help me when I can't even help myself? God I can be so emo sometimes. Good Night. PS-when will I learn to accept things and not get jealous over them? especially the lame ones.