Today, I’m just going to write about how much I hate myself and why. So this will either get boring or interesting, and I’m just doing this to vent frustration off. I hate that I’m so boring, I just don’t have a life. I don’t go to people’s houses often. I don’t go to wild parties, and all that. I am social at school, just not away from it. I hate that I’m so smart in academics. I just wish I could be smart at cooler things like playing the trumpet, composing music, riding a dirtbike, and doing other fun stuff. I just am not interested enough to commit myself to these things. I spend too much time worrying. I always worry about the silliest things like what to do, and if it’s right. I’m just plain wishy-washy. I hate that I have tons of acne. I have been using ProActiv for over 2 months now, and it’s just not working. It could be that it only works for girls, but I doubt it. I always am jealous of everyone, because they have far less acne that I do. I hate living in the suburbs. There’s nothing to do but ride my bike and stay indoors. I hate having to mow the stupid grass. I hate that it’s so far to walk to the nearest brand name store. It’s so stupid. I’ll probaly be a more of a city boy when I get older, and live urban. There are plenty more things that I hate about me, but I’ll probaly talk about them some other time. I’m so tired already.