And there are some friends, who really think you're lousy. Make no mistake, they are your friends, but it doesn't stop them from thinking you're lousy. Along with the many other people who think you're lousy, your friends are human as well.

If self-confidence was a birthright, we wouldn't be in this mess right now. It's a privilege. For the common folk, it's brittle and weak and prone to shattering.

Try and try and try again, I always try. Everytime I succeed a little, it just takes a little someone to send my world crashing down again.

My opinion is all that matters. If only I could believe it as easily as I can type it.

I wonder if people know exactly how easily hurt I am. How sensitive, how petty. Perhaps sometimes, I should just show them exactly how I feel and not try to hide it.

I've always felt that jokes always contain an element of truth. That's why when the joke is insulting me, I can't take it. I try to brush it off as a joke, but I know somewhere deep down, something is true. A little bit. And it shatters me.

I know the burden is on myself, cos I can't expect the world to stop cracking jokes or insulting me or just thinking I'm lousy.

My opinion is all that matters.

lousy: a loose term that describes ugliness, stupidity, incompetence, general low-grade human being