Why can't I just proud of my work for once?
I'm sitting here crying cause I just finised my work which I thought was pretty good, but then I read over it and I know that it's horrible! I'm sure that I'm going to get an F on it.  I feel soo stupid when all my friends call me the smart one and come to me for help when they get better grades then me.  I'm not good at anything I do I don't even know why I still play the flute, or why I bought a keyboard if I suck at playing, or why did I sign up for tennis if I knew that my friend was going to be in varsity and I wasn't. The whole point was for us to hang out now we don't even see each other as much. I hate my life I'm not good at anyhting so why am I here.?