Anyway, the whole school was fawning over them like jakun monkey's that never seen people of another race/country before. Sad to say, i was also a lil' psyched.
Hey! Don't blame me. This school that lacks of potential hawt people can make a celibate virgin feel desperate.
Anyway, they came over to visit us while we were making alcohol during chem and everyone wuz like "konnichiwaa...". -.- Don't look at me. I didn't say that. It was awfully awkward to try to speak their language. They must think we're 3rd world 'tards.
Oh, btw. Took a photo with them. Lol.
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Wuz super pissed this morning for some special reason that i don't wanna say. All that I can say is that:
1. sorry that i'm always so stubborn and hard-headed.
2. not quite happy that i'm considered useless by others.
*highlight if you're interested*
I think thats wat people think of me. Someone useless with a big mouth. I do admit that I am useless at alot of stuff and i'm not very talented in art, sciences or sports but i seriously don't wanna be treated like a cripple, or a retard.
You don't think I wanna pursue something that I can be known for? Rather than just plain ol' hee ching. An average student, weak in sports and artistic stuff, has bad taste in music, etc...etc...?!
I feel so pathetic knowing that people around me are doing something, and that they are special, so much more special than me. Around these special people, I feel like the before-superpowers-Mohinder Suresh or Ando. Their lives are filled with people with special abilities, everyone but them. I think I can really understand why Mohinder injected himself with the serum thingy in Season 3 Part 1.
Bah. Forget it. I'm overreacting. I always do. Who cares about being an invalid. I might as well just rot in my worthless little grave like now and forever always.
This worthlessness is slowly killing me cell by cell, tissue by tissue, organ by organ, and then i'm just dead and forever forgotten.
xoxo,
visitmeatmyworthlesslilgravewheni'mgone
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