Internet Backdraft Warning: contains profanity

Mood: rage. You'll see why below.

WHY DON'T YOU FREAKING ANAL-RETENTIVE D***WADS TELL ME WHY THE FUCK YOU HATE ME TO MY FUCKING FACE, ASSHOLES? IF YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH, YOU EITHER FUCKING DEAL WITH IT OR TELL THEM POLITELY OR MAYBE GIVE THEM A GOOD POUNDING DISCREETLY blah blah blah.

OK, I get the Linda Wu backdraft. Supercilious, maybe. Clingy, definitely.
But what I don't get is why the hell people (read: most other boys who aren't friends of other girls) hate me so much. Surely I'm not that bad?
No seriously. Why the **** is dancing with me so bad that you either a) dance with some other boy or b) mention me in a blog post in a tone usually reserved for Linda Wu in some corners of the grade? You know who you are. You were both in the same PE super-class as me last Tuesday. Bâtards.
Oh look, I need a tag for angst. Maybe I have bipolar. Maybe I'm just a tsundere kuudere person with mood swings (and accompanying mood whiplash).
But anyway. The Love "Meme" is highly recommended to make someone feel all fuzzy inside. You can find it here. So, at least the backdraft isn't universal.

Why do I always feel like crying?

Yes, why?
I don't rightly know, to be honest.
I'm getting all existential again, aren't I?
Oh well, have a XKCD link. Here you go.
But seriously, why am I such a loner?
Why do I always get left out of the cool stuff, like Sun's birthday party?
Why am I so hated?
Why do I keep feeling like crying?
Why can't I just do my work?
Why? Why? WHY?

Help me, please.

I don't mean in the "I need help with the assignment" sense, or in the "Help, I need psychological help like from a psychologist like the school counsellor" sense. No, I mean, I want emotional support because I'm feeling so low at the moment.

After that second-last totally hyper post, I've fallen into the doldrums again. Starting with a four to seven hour wikiwalk. Then followed by a three hour rush job for an outline of my PE speech. Then followed by a seven-hour nap (missing the French broadcast on SBS Radio 1 in the process). Then followed by another wikiwalk/forumstorm/chat with Han/epic procrastination. I'm sorry, Becca. I must be the worst group partner in the world. I also probably have bipolar disorder. Or maybe I'm just a hypochondriac. Sigh.

Song I'm listening to: Nocturne in C-sharp minor, composed by Chopin, played by some guy called Nick Parnell with a vibraphone. It encapsulates my mood. Which is why I have it on repeat.

Also, I added the songs (two different versions of Nocturne in C-sharp major and some other tune by some guy called Schubert) in the HTML section on the front page to reflect the songs I'm listening to at the moment. It's not the exact same versions, but close enough. (If you want them, shoot me an email.)

Eh, I'm too unmotivated/paresseuse (Google Translate, people!) at the moment to write any more. Better go back to writing my speech.

Au revoir et bon jour. (I can't say bonne nuit! It's what, 6 in the morning?)