FUCK.

Why do I always do this to myself? I swear I can't survive a single summer without creating some sort of melodramatic blast into my otherwise-uprighted-again world. I always blow it at the last minute. And now I'm caught in the middle, in too deep, noplace to turn except down. I was really never the type to have 'dirty little secrets'; that was one aspect I never thought could change simply because I am a show-and-tell type of person - I can't hold things in. And now I am in the midst of something that, if people found out about it, a lot of them would end up hating me.
Really, I can only blame myself for walking into these situations. I don't know what to do >___<. And I don't like it.

...Done it again,

chen.