I am not asking why, rather, I am saying sorry. Sorry for not being born talented. Sorry for not being born perfect. Sorry for not being born with HIS illness. Sorry for not taking place for him for that illness. Sorry for being easily hurt. Sorry for being always 'not' considerate and understanding. Sorry for 'not' supporting. Sorry for being such a 'bitch' that man could 'easily' hang out with. Funny. This 'BITCH' is still a virgin who never touched a man except for her family members after the day she became a woman. Weird. They cried, they sobs, they hugged me asking for support and such but what did I get in return? A bunch of people who barely remembered my name. And 'LUCKILY' , I was being stared at like some kind of animal. A weird kind of animal. THIS animal who have weird habits ere rejected by many. Why is that? Just because she lacked of money, popularity and beauty. What did you say People recognised those who are beauty inside? Stop talking shit. Without money, fame, a beauty body and face, you're nothing in this kind of world. Well, I'm not beauty neither from the inside nor outside. I couldn't win anyone's heart. Not even one person. I'm such a failure. I'm the first experiment and it seems like I'm a failure. I would never be any profit for anyone. It's not that I was trapping myself in my own thoughts but this is the truth of my life. No one really appreciate my existence, huh? 'Cause I'm a failure since I was born in this world. Again, I'm sorry for being myself. Not perfect, not talented since birth and a failure. HE was born talented indeed. Having such great skills without a need to work hard for practices. What did you say? Practice makes perfect? Listen! Whatever you do, whatever yo try, you will never ever defeat those with talents since birth because they would only need 10% of hardwork to be more than us who strive 100% of our strength to be perfect. I know that I am needed somewhere but I'm very sure that I'm not needed here. In my own family. Which family? Friends or the true family? I might want you, reader to guess that on your own. The only person who would understand and support myself is me. Absolutely myself and no one else.
