I am an idiot. I am dumb, I am stupid, I am retarded, I am mentally insane, I am a fool, I am mentally challenged.
I'm ugly, I'm not fun to be around, I'm angry, I'm not a people-person, I'm antisocial, I'm shy, I'm fired.
These are some of the doubts plauging me, as I plunge through my day. I can't seem to think straight or come up with a line of conversation.
It's all just introspection. Either way, I'm unhappy.
I get where I want to push papers for the rest of my life... just to show them. Who? The man, I guess. I want to do something stupid and not useful. Which is what they want.
To show them the world of hurt they could get into and the world of hurt they are. So I can show them "bad."
So I can show them, that my world is crumbling.
They still want me to take the medication for what I did. I don't even know or could fathem (another one, I'm shallow.) how or what I did.
Anyway, that's my sucky post. Yah, NaBloPoMo. Question of the day (make a comment) : What are the labels you don't like or find stick to you?
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