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I didn't go to bed until 4am this morning and had to wake up at 6:45 in order to be at school by 8 to take my French exam. I am functioning (barely) off of three hours of sleep and I am irritable, annoyed and self-pitying amongst other things.
I don't know why this is making me upset. I am such a hypocrite. I am the world's greatest hypocrite. How does she do it they all ask?
By being a selfish and ungrateful person. That is how I became such a wonderfully horrible hypocrite. Ohgod, even if that is true, it doesn't stop my stomach from feeling like it's going to turn itself inside out. Or stop my heart from feeling inflated. Just, sometimes I feel so fucking sorry for myself, I cannot see anything else. I feel so sorry for myself that my life was pulled right out from beneath me and I feel so sorry for myself that it will never ever ever be the same. I even feel sorry for myself, for feeling sorry for myself. This is pathetic. I am pathetic.
I should have went to my last class. This is ridiculous.
I don't know why this is making me upset. I am such a hypocrite. I am the world's greatest hypocrite. How does she do it they all ask?
By being a selfish and ungrateful person. That is how I became such a wonderfully horrible hypocrite. Ohgod, even if that is true, it doesn't stop my stomach from feeling like it's going to turn itself inside out. Or stop my heart from feeling inflated. Just, sometimes I feel so fucking sorry for myself, I cannot see anything else. I feel so sorry for myself that my life was pulled right out from beneath me and I feel so sorry for myself that it will never ever ever be the same. I even feel sorry for myself, for feeling sorry for myself. This is pathetic. I am pathetic.
I should have went to my last class. This is ridiculous.