You know how when you're eleven

sometimes, you can't sleep for days thinking about some jackass thing you did or said to be a douchebag, and how everybody is going to hate you for it? And later, at maybe nineteen, you realize that everybody is just as self involved as you are, so they don't notice all the douchebag things that you were sure you did?

I'm eleven.

The difference is, over the past, say, five days, I've actually been saying really douchebaggy things to people, thoughtlessly, and it sucks.

If you think you may be one of those people, I almost completely guarantee that you are.

And I'd like to extend my deepest, sincerest apologies. I'm going to try to be a little bit less summer's eve, folks. I promise.