This is bad

I feel even worse knowing that other people out there are a lot less fortunate.

I am unlikable and lonely, probably going to live out my days alone. Too clumsy and awkward for any sort of boy to want to like me.

Proof? I've never been liked. People say, "Oh, there must be someone who didn't have the guts to tell you."

Nope.

This is the boring lonely truth of my life. I'm going to die alone. Not willingly, of course.

Have you felt the pain that is anguish? It's not pleasant. Each wave of it becomes increasingly worse, like something's eating it inside out through my chest. And each wave wants to bring on more tears. But I don't cry, because people think I cry too much already.

There is a lot of stress building up inside of me and I want to scream. They say, "Go scream then."

No. People would think there's something wrong. I'm some crazy idiot with flawed logic. Some average,weird girl. I hate being average.

Most of this is about a boy. They say I'm too young to be thinking about this.

Maybe, but pretty much everyone else I know has been liked. What's wrong with me? Everything. Woe is me. I am the whiny, heartbroken Romeo. But a girl too.

I might be trying too hard. But people tend to judge on looks, and I am not fun to look at. Even glance at. Sure, I am likable once you talk to me. But likely not even then. I'm crazy. My brain doesn't work properly.

On top of that, I'm stupid. A grade ahead and in honors, one would call that an accomplishment. Nope. I'm at the bottom. On a test where people score As and Bs, I get a D+.

It's no use to say, "At least it's a plus!"

Because no. That does nothing.

Now while my heart feels like it's going to expand like a nova, I will leave and curl in to a ball, attempting to hug myself.