This is me.
I'm not good at things.
I'm horrible with math and science.
I'm the worst when it comes to sports.
I can't keep my grades up worth a darn.
I'm terrible with communication skills.
I'm not skinny or thin.
I can't keep up with the the latest fashions.
I'm a lazy, procrastinating, introvert teenager.
But that doesn't mean I'm useless.
I've got my own flares.
I'm extremely creative.
I love to sing to the radio with the windows down.
I love to draw.
Reading books in my head and out loud is my passion.
I'm incredibly witty and sarcastic.
I have a strong motherly defensive side.
I love to see people smile at something I've said or done.
I can make a mean sandwich.
I enjoy the simple and unappreciated things in life.
Just because I'm not good at some things the world sees as fitting and necessary,
doesn't mean that I'm not successful.
p.s. I think I want to start writing a book. Or a short story. What do you think? Yea or nay?