((Claire stop being a basket case. Jesus Christ.))
((Ah jeez, why will nothing ever go right for me? Fuck, I’m just the worst person and everyone is better than me and I can’t do anything right.
Why do I even bother trying to fix my life, something always comes along and kicks me in the face anyway.
Here’s a list of everything I can’t do right.
- Be attractive.
- Get good grades in school.
- Be approachable.
- Anything artistic.
- Feel good about myself.
I don’t now why people bother with me, I’m worth no account.
I’ll never be anything but a last resort and an extra.))
