I'm okay today. I had a very busy weekend and yesterday was busy as well. I had to write this whole paper about Marxism and stuff. I decided to take a "day off". And today, for the first time in my life, someone succeeded at insulting me on purpose. This person, N, already tried to insult me many, many times, and he never managed to actually insult me (by calling me crazy and stuff, I like crazy). Sometimes we argued for a whole hour, about what he thought was bad about me and what I thought was bad about him. He was never able to hurt me. Today he discovered my weakness: I'm an attention whore. So he told my dad that the only thing he could remember of me was that my handwriting was ugly. My dad, not knowing that I crave for attention, told me this and thought it was funny. I was pretty pissed off and I tried not to show it. I was mad for a few hours, but now I realized that he only tried to make me feel bad. I wonder how he found this out. I should congratulate him.