January 21, 2002 | 3:49 PM

Somebody signed my slambook and they wrote, "You suck."

And do you know what? That actually makes me sad and my feelings are hurt. Which makes me angry. Because what the fuck do I care if somebody thinks I suck?

The thing is, I am quite thin skinned. You wouldn't know it if you met me, but I take things way too personally and I have a hard time shrugging off insults or criticism, regardless of how infantile or wrongheaded it is.

I also am amazed when people intentionally say or do something the sole point of which is to hurt someone else. I can be a jerk just like anybody can, but when I find out I have actually hurt someone I feel awful about it. I still feel guilty about making those prank phone calls, and that happened when I was 11.

Why is it that I never believe anyone when they compliment me, yet the second some retard writes, "you suck" in my slambook, which might have just been a joke for chissakes, I want to go hide under the covers and never write in this fucking diary again?

I'll tell you why. It's because I suck. That's why.

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