Why do I bother?

I'm not good at anything. The things I do don't matter.
I'm not popular. I'm never going to have a billion friends.
I'm not pretty. No one's ever going to look at me and say "Wow, you should model."
I'm not social enough. Even bothering to talk to two people continuously on the internet is a stretch.

But you know what? I'm also not an attention seeking whore who posts about every fucking little thing she does because I need to feel loved and praised and paid attention to at every waking moment. Because you know what? No one cares about my life. I realize this. But it's about damn time half the internet did because honestly I'm sick of reading about their lives. Not to say I can't be sympathetic about their problems, or want to help them in their times of need, but their everyday life posts about fucking face wash and boo hoo how they're going to be so pretty now that they've got a solution pisses me off. Like, seriously. If you're popular enough for people to actually care about that kind of shit you need to shut the fuck up because you are light years ahead of me and I've got pretty damn good skin. So please. Take your mini praise/pity party to your own diary and stop trying to get attention because I'm pretty damn sick of it.