Sorry this isn't my usual quote.
I just felt the need to share this, and get it off my chest.
I have no physical talent whatsoever. I know this, and it doesn't really bother me. Until, of course, P.E. class when I must make a fool out of myself. Today I felt twice and scraped my knee. Ever since I moved here, all I hear are laughs and sniggers every time I fall. It's embarassing to fall and/or do something wrong and pathetic in front of the class. It's like I'm some sort of clown to them. Also, I'm last picked for teams, given the weakest position, and never given a fair turn in anything. I'm so sick of it. If I'm never given the chance, I'll never improve. I just wish it all wasn't so pathetic and embarassing. I broke down crying at the end of class.
Here's a confession, Witty. My plan today was to skip my usual math club and go straight home. I was going to say goodbye to Witty, and leave a note for my parents. I was going to swallow both entire bottles of NyQuil and Advil. I was going to kill myself. On the bus ride home, my sort-of friend Melissa changed the subject of my bad day to something different, and she literally saved my life. Without her, I'd be dead right now. So, when I went home, I cried and cried, and slept for a few hours.
Being the target freaking sucks.
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