Flaws

I’ve been in bad mood for a long time now.
It’s mostly because I’m never good enough. I’m never complacent.
It’s because I’m a hypocrite. I motivate my readers to leave behind the mediocrity and better themselves in every manner but all I do is crib about everything around me.
I do feel the rush of joy that comes from doing trivial things.
Like driving, or gobbling up a pizza, or answering something in the class or getting the perfect output in first attempt. But that joy doesn’t exceed five seconds.
I hate myself because I don’t work hard, I procrastinate.
I’m sinfully lonely.
I’ve been backstabbed.
I’ve been talked about behind my back by my so called “Best Friends”.
I’ve been left out, not invited for parties.
I’m a disappointment to my parents, teachers and friends.
I’m not sublime.
I have no flair.
I’m an introvert, a social blunder.
I’m whimsical, and annoyingly uncanny.
One moment I’m laughing out loud and the next moment I’m crying my eyes out.
I’m stale and gritty.
My thoughts are ambiguous. The inquisitive me has plummeted to death.
I’m delusional, a foolish wit perhaps.
I’m only fit for drudgery.
I retrospect a lot, I’ve been like this for a long time now.
I don’t see no silver lining, no light at the end of the tunnel.
Dreams are supposed to uplift you.
Mine are dragging me down.
It’s about time I come to terms with my inefficiency.
Nothing can bolster my confidence now.
The Elixir cannot resurge me.
I’ve lost my inhibition, I’ve lost the lull.
I’ve lost it all.
It’s about time I lose myself.