I Suck

I suck

I fail at everything

Everything I do sucks

My art sucks

I suck at math

And I have such bad luck

And I will be alone on my birthday

And I faint at the sight of my own blood

And I have eczema

And everything makes me depressed except being with my friends and singing

I can’t write poems or songs

And I quit the piano and flute

And I can’t even keep my hamster in his cage and fed

And neither of my dogs love me as much as they love other people

And I’m not responsible with my money

And nothing I do ever ends well

And I definitely should never get a cat, because I will either over feed it or forget to feed it

I can’t do anything right

And my posture is terrible

I can’t draw

Or play any instruments correctly

Or even drink enough water

I am definitely going to fail the math test on my birthday

I should just live alone

Have no friends

And just read all day till the day I die