Pathetic.

Why am I so pathetic?

Why do I keep thinking it would be better to die whenever I get upset?
Why do I constantly make myself feel horrible about who I am?
Why do I hurt so much when things really aren't that bad?

I look out the window and thinking that spring is so beautiful. I respect the lesson about embracing myself for who I am, but still! I am not good enough. I am pathetic. Comparing myself to my friends, I can easily see this reality. They all know more people then me, have more friends...than stupid scatterbrained, introverted me. It's like "oh amy, what an idiot...going off and doing stuff alone because she doesn't have anyone" I HATE YOU, SELF. I HATE THAT YOU AREN'T THE MOST POPULAR OR THE FUNNIEST OR WHATEVER ELSE WOULD GET YOU ATTENTION. What are you good for? All you do is complain and waste time! If you didn't waste time, you could actually do SOMETHING and be somewhat interesting...

Oi, I have another exam on Thursday. I took my kiwi to the exam this evening. Yeah.