*THWACK*

Is the sound that is made when a shoe comes randomly flying across the room and hits me in the face.
I'm being LAZY!
That's why I feel like a piece of crap.
I'm not getting what I want because I'm refusing to see logic. I'm like the fat man on the sofa who refuses to take the garbage out, and who therefore has a house that smells like wet dog and moldy cheese. I'm the little kid throwing a tantrum because they can't get what they want in an instant. I just need to grow up. Wipe my tears and say "To hell with this!" and get on.
Because I've spent WAAAAAY too much time feeling sorry for myself.
If I'm having a problem with the way some certain friends are treating me, then you know what? I'll have a talk with them. If I want to somehow make things the way they were again, then you know what, I'll find a way. If I want my grades to go up and beyond, then you know what, I'll study my little ass off. If I want to be a good writer, than I'll screw what my literature teacher says and start writing.
I admit I don't want to get up off my butt, but I'll have too. I'm a slave to my problems, working for them, trying to shrug them off. I've hit the brick wall, and I can't get over it. Grappling hook gone, no spidy-powers for me, I guess I'll use my bare hands. Scrapes and bruises? F*ck it, I've seen worse. Tears and sweat, to hell with that! Low self-esteem and unhappiness? I have worse to worry about.
And I'll just keep climbing, and climbing, and whatever makes me want to fall will just have to be pushed aside, because I know myself to be better than that, and I know what I have to do for myself. I'll be angry, I'll be upset, I'll be sad, I'll be hurt. But I always will be. I'm not going to be perfect. And in the end, I'll get what I want, even if I don't get it for days, or months, or years. I'll work till I'm old and dead.
I'll make friends, I'll love, I'll care. Maybe I'll get over what has happened, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll stay true to what I have in mind right now, and maybe I'll change my goal. I don't know if I will, but I stand strong now. Out of my way, I'm taking out the trash, I'm wiping my tears. I'll live my life.