Today I am a failure. I scratched that antagonizing itch. Sometimes I wish that I could answer my own questions. Why does it always have to be like this? Maybe it's not so bad, just a few faint marks. Maybe it's the end of the world. I spend my life trying to beat the negative side of myself. That little voice that always reminds me that no matter what, I'm not good enough... Faint little marks that's all they are, at least that's what I'll tell myself so I can sleep tonight.