Burying luck

At the very least you could've been honest with me. Of course I can't (and won't) say anything about it.

Self-hate, self-hate self-hate...

I really hate it when people ask me "What are you up to these days". Instantanious embarassment!

"Oh you know, living at home because I can't afford to move out while I'm working a terrible job where I get attacked every day."

I'm so embarassed with where my life has lead me; or where I've lead my life. Whichever.

Quit falling for friends, or better yet, doing ridiculous drunken things in front of good ones.

I'm relatively sure the more we hang out that my chances continue to dwindle, but I have fun with you.