the wait
tap tap tap... ::sigh:: one more finalist... inside I want it so bad to be me, but inside something tells me that it won't be. I already feel like crying. I can't remember ever winning anything before like this. Even at a normal school talent show I came in third. One more. Only one more spot out of fifteen. And it's not me. Diane. I lost to Diane. I lost. I always lose. When will I win? I didn't even make the Tallahassee cut. I hate me. I hate being me. I'm decent at everything, but not great at anything. To me it's the worst thing in the world to be.