Dysfunctionality.

Last night, like how it used to be fourteen years ago, I was once again confronted by my own insecurities and self-hatred, and once again, I, shamefully, succumbed to them.

It isn't exactly rocket science. The real problem lies on me. I simply don't like myself enough.

And school will start in a few days time, and I will be friendless. How awesome can my life be, right?

I need a happy song.