Sometimes, I'm not really sure if it's better to know the truth, or just continue speculating. Well, I'd suspected for quite a while that a certain someone had something against me...considering he was nice to everyone else (well, save for one other guy, which no one can stand anyway)...and well, I found out for sure that he really does dislike me. Why? Because I made mistakes. What mistakes, might you ask? Some were out of sheer oversight, but most were stuff that I couldn't have helped anyway. Well, forgive me for being human...

Oh well...you can't expect everyone to like you...but this is a bit petty, I think. Ah well, I know there are probably lots more people out there who don't like me...but I'm not sure I'm dying to know. On one hand, I really admire the people whom lots of people can't stand...but are either too ignorant, or too thick-skinned to care. I just take everything too personally. Probably accounts for my self-destructive behaviour.