Fuck

That is all really, fuck you, fuck me, fuck everyone else.
I'm fucking sick of this shit, I feel like snapping right in everyone's fucking face.
I just know I HAVE GOT to be good at something.
Oh I remember! I'm good at writing! ... No, wrong again I see.
Oh I know! I'm good at being a friend! ... No, wrong again I see.
Oh wait! I'm good at photography! ... No, wrong again I see.
I do not need no comfort from your words, they are what made me see that I am of no use.
I need no hugs, no kisses, no physical contact.
What I need is realization.
I see all my friends have something they are appreciated for. And I don't have any.
Not a single talent to stand out from the crowd. And god knows I don't want to blend in.
I'm sick of all this. JUST SICK.