2 Hours 36 minutes later...

2 Hours and 36 Minutes later, it'll be Rain's birthday. I'll send her a birthday message, talk to her a Lil' bit, think about her for the rest of the day, get pissed off that she's never with me, be in a foul mood the rest of the time, go home, then contemplate suicide. Cool right. I don't know if I'm stereotyping, but I can see the people who scorn at me being so happy, feeling so righteous. I'm fighting this alone. Coz' everyone has no faith in me in getting her back. The best part is, I don't have that much faith either. I'm fighting a losing battle. Me versus my God-Damned Pride.

I don't know if my class is working out right. Something tells me that there's no point in trying so hard. They don't appreciate you. Much more. They don't appreciate it. I'm not The Apprentice. I can't go around searching for $15 dollar jackets and printing. I don't like I cheap goods. I detest low quality goods. Not when I want it Grand. You're in God Damn Poly. Can you people have some class. Irritating. Its easy to blow it up. If you have the capital. I can't pre-order something nice. Have you tried searching for jackets? Without any inside information, its searching for hell underneath your backyard.

I take serious pride in the company I am with. I am willing to sacrifice for the ones I call my friends. I am willing to die for the ones I love. For that, I am willing.

I ain't gaining as much as I expected. I'll follow a strict regime from now on. No Fucking Slacking now. Idiotic. Eight pack? I intend to slam dunk by the end of the year.

" You should start with the hardest part. And that is to forgive... Yourself " - Aunt May - Spiderman III