I am the vicious, ungracious, angry, ball of hate known as DM.
I am pissed off at most everything in the world, seeing as there appears to be some sort of conspiricy going on right now to generally screw me over.
My grades in school have, to all intents and purposes, gone to shit. At the end of next semester, they'll probably take my scholarship away, and then I'll be completely fucked, and just have proved that my parents were right, and that I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.
Speaking of which, there is then my family. My mom, for whom nothing I manage seems to be good enough. Who can't get over the fact that I did what I wanted to with my life, instead of going to the college of my choice. My sister, who, despite having done everything wrong, and screwing up more times in a week than I generally do in a year, seems to get the best treatment out of the two of us. So much for trying to do and be what people want me to. Seems the best way to get ahead is be hedonistic and say to fuck with the rest of the planet.
Then there's my job. My job at Starbucks, where I worked my ass off, only to get my hours cut to nearly nothing, and have my promotion, which I should have had months ago, pushed off until September. Yeah, shows how worthwhile that was. Another waste of time and effort.
My romantic life. Why do I even fucking bother? Just look to the right if you give a fuck about that.