Why you should feel bad

Here's what my mind is thinking right now:

"Diet Coke has caffeine, wait what time is it. 1:00, good, so this won't keep me up all night. Not that I'll be able to sleep anyway, I'm not good enough for sleep. My brain hates me, and why shouldn't it? I'm worthless. I need to program something, but what was it? Wait, two quizzes and a paper this week, I can't do the programming. I'm too damn stupid to even set priorities. God damn. Yeah, instead I'd rather chat on IRC and Southperry. Hahaha, anyway, ok, so quizzes what to study what to study... Oh god, look at that chinchilla on youtube wtp hahahaha. HAHAAHAHA. Crazy laughter? Am I nuts... all I do is talk about chinchillas... maybe I am nuts. Wait, studying, hold on... study study study - no, let's go outside and go for a walk. I'll be able to think things over better from there. It is a nice day for a walk - sun shining, cool breeze, brustling of leaves - yeah, that sounds really good. Take in some fresh air - good for the soul. Then when I get back in I can maybe focus on studying a bit. Wait, gotta finish this post. I don't really want to walk... I should walk though, so I'm going to - maybe Dad will want to come with me? I need to help mom with her business, so I gots that to do too." Oh but wait, my dad hates me... and I'd probably end up tripping because I'm so goddamn worthless. Ugh. I'll just go cry instead.

Fixed.