the other day, someone told me that i was a flake.
and i can't get it out of my mind.
and ever since they called me that, i've noticed things that i've done that totally do make me a flake.
i could make a lengthy list.
and this is the way i've treated my life; flaky. promising one thing and doing another. or more, not doing anything altogether.
i hate myself for it.
(sorry for a bleak post right around christmas. i feel a bit more melancholy this time of year. i haven't a clue why. i just can't shake this strange sadness.)