I need to go to bed now. I'm so freaking depressed. How do these things happen so quickly?

I haven't been doing much homework lately. Every night I come home and swear to myself I'll do homework but I always end up cutting out debate briefs. Sometimes I think that debate is all I live for.

I wonder why we feel like hurting ourselves when we're depressed. Are we just the easiest to blame? Is it really our faults?

Then why the he** do we feel guilty about doing it later?

Why the he** can I not stop swearing lately with these lovely **'s? (asterisks).

Failures don't count in running records anyway. One, two, three slipups... the record's still strong, right?

I have no real friends.
I have no real future.
I cut out debate cards for three hours a night.
I'm sure there's a big industry in that.

Why am I so angry?