Friday, 16 September 2011
01:49:01 AM (GMT)
If we were put in this world to do something for a reason,
I've got nothing.
Not talent. Nothing.
Sports? Gross. Low stamina, plus,
I'm physically uncoordinated.
Arts? Can't draw. Can't draw a
A star is a simple damn shape. I took art last year.
My "Still lifes" look like cartoons. Unrealistic.
Bad bad bad.
My tiny hands kept me from properly learning how
to play the piano. And bass guitar.
Guitar? I couldn't reach a fucking string on
time because I have damn tiny fingers (I love them..)
Intelligence? Nope. Very clumsy.
Entertainment? Okay, here's a story:
I was just in my backyard for 30 minutes, trying
to sing. I used my diaphragm and I don't sing from
my nose. But why does my throat fucking hurt?
And why do I still sound bad after 6 fucking years
in choir? Where the fuck is my damn vibrato?
Yes, I did my damn warm ups and everything.
I'm a fucking Soprano 1 and all that's good for is screaming and screeching.
What was the fucking reason for me to be in
choir and waste 6 years of my life?
I can't act.
I can't sing.
I can't draw.
I can't play an instrument.
I can't play sports.
I'm no the kind to be a doctor or lawyer.
I can't write.
I can't cook.
I can't skate.
I don't have a "special ability" (Screaming like a possessed girl. Anyone can do
I can't do anything.
What. The. Fuck.
I've no purpose in life.
But I'm here.
Because hell is not the the place I wanna go to.
Last edited: 16 September 2011