She’s never done anything right, and if she even did, it would be done for the benefit of her selfishness. She was good at that, messing things up in her mind. Nothing more, nothing less. It made her paranoid. She ruins everything. She tries hard to do things the right way but something always gets in the way. Maybe its her herself, or maybe her short temper or her undying impatience. Recognition is something far away from her reach. And does desire this? Maybe not. Maybe she does, but then no one bothers to give it to her. She doesn’t deserve it anyway. And she feels stupid for trying in the first place. Nothing is right here anymore; and she doubts anything else will be still.
Foolish girl, you’ve never done anything right, and maybe you never will. Stupid.