unintended inadequacy

reading blogs to scrape any semblance of relation to self in terms of derogatory remarks and dismissive dislike has always been an inbuilt talent. you would think that with such a fantastic flair i would have done some incredible deed, won some random prize or medal kind of thing.

boyboy got 1st for 200m race in school, i love my siblings. they say the shittiest things about me to me and boyboy just did something akin to digging out a barely healing wound with a red-hot poker. read: ouch. ahwells still love him

there are many many good writers and people with incredible styles of self-expression in cs i realise, many many wonderful ideas and moving words. colour me invisible, or worse..

it takes a certain kind of warped narcissism to be able to view negativity in all others' eyes upon the self. or maybe it is the other kind that is warped, everyone else that is mistaken;
ah, of course. to let slip from the mind the invaluable art of self-deception, how abominable