Have you ever had the feeling of total inadequicy, where is seems like everything you do is just one more clue forcing you to conclude that you'll never quite measure up?  It doesn't matter how nice are or how hard you work, all that matters is that you'll never be successful.  They say that hard-work and perserverence outweigh talent, but I disagree.  You can be the most motivated person in the world, but if you have no natural talent to apply that motivation to, you will forever lead a life of mediocrity.  I guess that in the end, some of us will be forever doomed to a life a failure, and there's absolutely nothing we can do about it.  Bottoms up.

Fuck.

Why doesn't anyone tell me anything anymore?  Am I that untrustworthy?  What do you do when you have to find out something profound about the person you've considered your best friend forever?

I know I've been a flake.  I know I can be a bitch.  I know my excuses are getting old. . . I even hate them.  I'm just. . . hurt.