You know I don't need to be perfect. I just want to be good at something. Something that I can be proud of. Or at least someone who can be proud of me, or need my existence. I really don't know what I'm living for.
Short and fugly come together. So does dumb and slow. When you're not sporty you are supposed to be artistically inclined. I'm just a combination of everything bad, not inclined to anything or talented in some area. Oh man, ball of suck. And a huge one.

End my torture please. Self hate at 2:30am is bad.


On da moove