Such rage that you could scream, all the stars right out of the sky.
I'm so pissed. So angry at myself. What the hell was I thinking? I got so caught up in having my second real boyfriend. I failed my classes, skipped them to see him, and lost myself, my motivation and my drive. What the hell was I thinking? Why didn't anyone stop me? I was taking awesome classes, and I just blew it all to hell. My god, I would be a junior now. I'd be graduating next year. What the hell? I want a time machine so badly I can taste it. I want to go back and yell at the person who went insane and slap her across the face. And I never would have left to Phoenix, and I would never have dated Mike. I'd rather be lonely than a failure.