fine!

I am resigned to my role in life.

I shall go through life being the pincushion. Pincushions probably have one of the most thankless tasks in the world. They're expected to just sit there and get poked and stabbed at by everybody. And while they're at it, hte pincushion has to pretend to be all fluffy and happy. They can't complain, and they don't get anything they want.You know what's the worst bit? People can sit on the pincushion, AND COMPLETELY NOT KNOW IT! Which is why I always get squished, squashed, flattened, and worn down.

but you know what? I've grown to accept it. Sometimes, no matter how hard you fight, life jsut forces you back into where it wants you to be. So I'm the pincushion. That is what I am, and I will have to learn to live with it.

As for people who think that they've made screw-ups, I suggest you go repair them immediately. Send it by urgent messenger, call, scream, pray, whatever. just fix it before it's too late. Don't ever be like me and sit on it. Soon, you'll realise your shit seems to multiply and become an organism ready to swallow you. making a mistake doesn't make you a loser, but it sure makes you feel like one. Duh. now all i need to do is convince myself.

not loser material. just human