i think when someone says "oh i hate my life," he/she meant that "i hate myself."

you are the bane of your own life.

so weak-minded and feeble-willed. i can't stand you the mirror.

but after all, you are who i am.

unless you do something about it.

i will do something about it.

in a few short months, you will no longer be a teen, but a grown man. grown men don't make excuses, nor beg for sympanthy, nor cry for help. men put everything on the line, give everything he's got, and accept the consequences, whatever it might be.

not if you haven't put everything you've got on the line. not if you don't give your damnest to do your best. not if you sit back and hope everything will work out on its own, like it has the past 19 and half years.

cause when it doesn't, it'll be a slap in the face and you won't know what hit you.

you do know what hit you, but you just don't expect it to hit you, or expect it to hurt that much.

time for you and me to grow up before it's too late.