As I suspected...

...God hates me.

Bama loses to Auburn for the fourth year in a row, and now I'll have to deal with their ignorant fans' whore mouthes for another year. And as bad as that is, it isn't even what's making me want to crawl under my bed and die. Tuesday night I couldn't keep my damn fool mouth shut anymore and told my best friend that I love her. Needless to say, she doesn't feel the same. We're spending the weekend apart. Tomorrow night we'll talk, and it will be over. And now I'm one of those idiots that uses his blog to whine about how depressed he is. I hate myself.