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No. 18810
And so ends a nightmarishly awful day of screaming, arguing, being ignored, and having my words twisted around by people I care about. And that was before I got back here. And then came the last few straws that broke the camel's back.
I'd ask to be treated with the dignity and respect I deserve, but come to think of it, do I even deserve dignity and respect in the first place? What have I done to deserve it? What am I even good for? I'm not a good mystery solver like Meta, I'm not a good writer like Lili or Rin, I'm not an artist like Gogo or Makk or Mutare or Harima, I'm not good at manips like Genji, I can't make games like Kinjo or Rosa, I'm not clever like Bernkastel, I'm not able to brighten anyone's day like Lambdadelta, I'm not even calm and loveable like anon. And yet I actually thought I was entitled to those things. Selfish.
And I'm not easygoing and thought provoking like John. I'm just excess baggage. A useless stuffed toy with cotton for brains.
Why am I even here, if not as some sort of useless punching bag? It's like I'm back in high school again, except this time I can't claim the beatings were unprovoked.
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