the more i think about it the more i don't care. i know for sure someone hates me and now it seems kind of liberating.
things i've learned:
1. a lesson in humility- i realize now that i never wanted to be one of them. but i don't want to be the opposite: an angry pretentious art student. i'll never forget what it felt like to be hurt but i don't hold grudges. there's no point. they only drag you down.
2. a lesson in self-love. they'll think i wish i was them and that i'm envious because i think i'll never be good enough. they'll think i'm a jealous, pathetic, catty bitch. but i know i'm not, so does it really matter? i'm better than getting angry at someone for having a different opinion.

it's funny. i few days ago i wanted a reason to feel angry or cry a lot or scream. i did the first two.
i think i'll pass on the third.

p.s.: and rachel my number is 469-4059. you can call me anytime.