I've been a terrible person all my life.
And no, I'm not saying this just to garner sympathy. It's miserably true, according to what Joey tells me everyday. Not that I actually listen to her, but after it's being drummed into your brain everyday, you start to believe it, too.
I can't explain how lazy a person I am. I'm too lazy to even walk across the room to grab a piece of tissue. I've so many ideas, and I'm too lazy to actually carry them out.
I keep saying I want to go to Cambodia to save the poor. But when I go there, I'll probably be too lazy to crawl out of my tent to serve them vaccines.
I'm such a hypocrite; I should cut my tongue out.
I'm too horrible a person to say sorry. Maybe it's not that I'm horrible, but it's more that I can't. Yeah, I can say the word well enough, but devoid of any emotion. What's the point of saying sorry when you aren't sorry at all?
I wish I could take back all the mean things I've done this year, things that deserve a thousand sorries. Maybe it was a casual, flippant remark, but it still hurt somebody else. And maybe we should think about that. I don't want people to do what they did to Jessica Choo. Look at the poor girl. People make smarmy remarks right in her face, gossiping here, gossiping there.
Maybe you should stop for a while and think about what you're going to say, instead of just blurting it out. How would you feel if someone else talked about you like that? Just shove all that resentment in and take it out on your diary at home or whatever.
I wish I could just do something about it, instead of just yakking about it. Again, I'm being a hypocrite. I just say it, but I know I won't, can't, do it. I'm too much of a wuss.
I've got no guts whatsoever.