I will, I promise I will, it's in the school library and promise not to lose my card before I borrow the book this time (which is what I did the last seven times...)

Thank you, thank you, and I'm sorry. ;__; But when I self-deprecate myself, I'm comparing me to all the wonderful people I know, and they really shouldn't be targets of comparison because they're really so awesome and live in a different dimension but I can't help wanting to be like them, and I fall so short and that makes me CRY. My SOUL CRY. Tears of BLOOD. And GORE. AL GORE.

I'm the easiest person ever to understand. If I were a character in a book, I'd be the bit-part everyone feels obligated to endow with depth, but really doesn't have depth at all.