Tears and Flowers

Hi. I'm Ginlee. I have dark brown eyes, pale brown skin, dark wavy brown hair, and I am a failure. I hate the way people make fun of me for nothing, and I hate the way I cry. I hate the way some girls look so pretty when they cry, and I look even worse. I sat in my room crying about the latest insults; another round of fat, stupid, ugly and friendless. I knew none of them were true, but I never got why people treated me this way. What did I ever do to them? It's like they hate me for existing! I stuck in my earbuds in between sobs, and pressed "play" on the music video for "I've Got What it Takes" While I watched one man who wished to be a model, another who could only speak as if he were yelling, and a girl getting over a breakup by entering a boxing tournament. I wasn't sure, but I figured the guy she beat up at the end of the video was her ex boyfriend. I remembered one of lyrics went something like: "At least failure is something I can say I've achieved"

Failure is not an achievement.

Notes

Hello everybody! I'm sorry, but I won't be posting much on this story, just because.