In my mind I am a bad person.

Not bad as in criminal, or as in creepy, or in the Michael Jackson way (either back when being bad like MJ was actually good, or now when it is beyond confusing), but bad as in the reason anything around me goes wrong.

I caught myself asking myself the other day, "how much longer can you go on assuming every bad thing that happens is somehow your fault?" Answer - probably a whole hell of a lot longer. Maybe even to age 30.

In other "news", I finished Wetlands and Enders Game and I really really really need a bangs cut.