Why do these things always happen to me?

this fic has no plot. Has anyone noticed that?

Part 3-I rock, oh yeah.
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Learn to appreciate yourself.' That's what the self help book on how to live life happily says.

Never second-guess or underestimate yourself. You and you alone should be the core to your being.'

Say what?

I think i'll skip the theory parts and go to the practical exercise.

Practical exercise 1: How to heighten your self esteem. First, clear your mind of all problems and worries. Take deep breaths and relax every muscle in your body.'

Ok.......

When you feel you are ready, say I rock or any other phrase that you feel like saying, so long as it is praising yourself. You can say I am beautiful or I have nice eyes for instance.'

I rock. I am beautiful. I have nice eyes. This is stupid.
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I'm in the bookshop now, jotting down all the promising-looking jobs i can find in the newspaper onto a piece of writing paper. Newspaper costs money. Me no money. Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

The shop lady is flashing me dirty looks, i think i'll stop here.
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Its starting to drizzle now and I'm slowly cycling back. I mean, who wants to return to that dump anyway?



Now its raining.



Now its heavily raining.



Now its like a thunder storm.



And now my bike has slipped and i'm skidding on my ass in the middle of the road.
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My bike is wrecked. Seriously wrecked. The front tire is flat, the brakes seem to be spoilt and the seat is sorta torn. And the uh, mechanic(is that what they're called?) from the bicycle repair shop just told me that its beyond repair. Which sucks really cause it was only one little fall. Maybe i should take a look at that self-help book one more time.....

Nah.

Its stupid. I rock? Hn.

I pull off my shoes and sit down on the dusty floor of my flat. I rock.

See. I told you its stupid.

I rock. Hm, are you supposed to feel something when you say this? Like, some sort of andrenaline rush or something like that?

I rock. When did I become such a pathetic person? I mean, here i am sitting in the middle of an apartment that's not even as big as the bathroom I had back in the Rukawa mansion.

I rock. Seriously, this sucks. I'm broke, I'm hungry, I'm cold, I'm deprived of light and I have no transport to school tomorrow, ngh.

That bloody ceiling's really getting to me. Its leaking water all over my already crappy floor. Great, now its leaking on my hair.

I. Rock. Is my dream to go to America really that stupid? Why must Mom and Dad say those things? They probably don't think I'll make it. They're probably waiting for their little son to crawl home and admit defeat.

I ROCK!!!!

There, i feel much better now. Release is good.

Maybe that self-help book isn't full of crap after all.

-tbc-