At my Political Dynamics class today, I lost it. God. PMS is such a bitch. Anyway, I was wallowing in self-pity. I received my quiz paper and I only got 4/50. And I failed my recitation thing too. I only got 67. So, I got really quiet and I realized that, man, I'm not good in anything -- at all. I suck in school. I seriously suck in most of my subjects. I don't know what's going to happen to me after graduation. I suck in sports. If you haven't noticed the layers of fat I have, you should seriously have to get your eyes checked. I'm not an artist. I don't even have any talent in music. Pluuus, mother fucker, I'm motherfucking hideous. I am not asking anyone for pity or anything... I'm just stating the facts. I'm not good in anything. I mean, that would be okay if I'm gorgeous or attractive or something but I'm not. Or it could be the other way around, I could be ugly but really, really, really smart. I'm neither. I'm a hideous and stupid creature. No wonder my family prefers my brother. He's the golden boy. Why do I even exist. I mean, seriously. Why?
God, PMS is such a bitch. My back hurts, my boobs hurt, I have these weird cramps thing and my moods are so.. annoyingly unstable. I want to cry out of frustration.
So, anyway, the thing is, even if I'm not PMS-ing, I still believe that I'm not good in anything. Don't mind me, please dwell on your successes. It's okay. :-)
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