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I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT.
SMART?! INTELLIGENT?! KNOWLEDGEABLE?!?!
CAZZO! MERDA! MERDE! MIERDA! JODER! ZUM TEUFEL! LECHE! PUTANGINA!
"WELL, SINCE YOU'RE INTELLIGENT, YOU CAN DO THIS ALONE, RIGHT?"
"OH, YOU PLAN TO GO IN U.P.? (TOP UNIVERSITY IN THE PHILIPPINES) WELL, SINCE IT'S YOU, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE NO PROBLEM!"
"GO ON! YOU CAN DO IT! YOU'RE THE SMARTEST PERSON I KNOW!"
"YOU CAN BEAT THEM, RIGHT? WHEN IT COMES TO MATH, IT'S EASY FOR YOU."
"YOU CAN GET A PERFECT SCORE, BUT WHY IS THERE A MISTAKE HERE?"
FUCK THOSE LABELS. SMART?! WELL, IN TERMS OF ACADEMICS, MAYBE!
FINE. LET'S SAY THAT I'M SMART. BUT WHAT CAN I DO IN PRACTICAL ACTIVITIES?!
I'M PHYSICALLY WEAK. I HAVE NO SENSE OF ART. I HAVE SOCIAL PROBLEMS.
WHAT CAN I DO?! NOTHING. N O T H I N G!!
I CAN PLAN A STRATEGY, BUT I CAN'T DO IT BY MYSELF.
I CAN MAKE THE SCRIPT FOR A ROLEPLAY, BUT I CAN'T EXECUTE THE ROLEPLAY MYSELF.
I CAN EASILY REMEMBER THE PAST BECAUSE OF MY SHARP MEMORY, BUT WHAT CAN I DO ABOUT IT, HUH?!
NOW TELL ME!
TELL ME THAT I'M NOT USELESS!
TELL ME THAT I'M NOT WORTHLESS!
I DARE YOU. YOU CAN CONVINCE ME ALL YOU WANT, HOWEVER THERE ISN'T SOLID PROOF THAT I'M NOT USELESS!
I'M UNWANTED.
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