AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you are ugly as hell, as I said to the mirror

-Corona Lockdown 2020-

welp. that did not work out....here we go again.

Argh, fuck not again. I don't wanna write in that shit ass document but here I am. being a fucking loser again. Because I'm being a whiny bitch thinking I'm lit as the amazonian forest fire but noooooooo of coursee I have to write the word 'I' for a million time even tho I'm wort as much as a brick and have to remember about me being a fucking failure while other people I have never met before are doing more stuff in life than I ever will have the chance for it. cool. cool. I'm out. nope. I am supposed to be awesome. That's ok I can be lame. It's my fucking fault for it. I am not surprised. And I shall not be ever.

But is anyone ever listen to me? Not even that cause they all think (including my own fucking family) that I'm fucking crazy. Like???? YES, I FUCKING AM CAUSE I GET FUCKING IGNORED EVEN WHEN I'M OBVIOUSLY SAD, BUT I AM NOT ALLOWED TO SAY SHIT 'CAUSE THAT'S EMBARRASSING AS FUCK and that's another thing I have to blame myself for. WHAT THE. What am I supOUSE TO DO?

Imagine that shitball ass story of my ass teen life will one day be a novel. No, don't. because of me. I ain't good for shit like writing a book. I tried for 2 or 3 years. I still am on the same spot and no shit has and will change. cuz me.