My Resume

Attending classes is a such a pain sometimes but it is a must. It is daily learning. 

  Giving lame excuses when you came to class the next week but didn't come the last one.

  Why am I attending class when I am a lazy arse? Well, that, is what I am. Of course, I'll have to repeat semesters if you fail at it again. I hate it when people force me what to do. It can't be helped. 

  When life hates you and you hate yourself that is what I call living. I can't remember my past, I don't have any specialty, I have nothing to show. 

  My assignment given is resumes. I've been thinking a lot of things lately. I realized that I have nothing to write in my goddamn resume. Zero-zip-none! 

  I have no skills, abilities, experiences, no objectives. My memory is very fuzzy about what I do before. There were only a few fragments of my school. I can't remember most achievements I have in school and wherever.

  It's strange that I can't re-collect my past events. Only useless things get stuck in my brain. Well, I'm not an amnesiac. 

Who I am....

  I would want to be alone, but I don't like loneliness. I wear hoodies to hide me, for them to fear me. Some would stay away, feeling threatened by me. I heard that I look as if I would kill them. Yes, I like that they stayed away from me. No, I would like someone to talk.

 Which would I rather be. Right now, I have certain friends that I trust and I wanted to protect. In truth, there are humans I love and care. They support me and I'm scared that they would abandon me.

  Deciding whether I should be a loner or to socialize. In this world, humans need to communicate and that I know. It's easier said than done. I don't communicate well. I tend to be the soft yet rough type of talk. I am loud once I talk. Yes, I talk. I am a not-so-shy person but I wouldn't just pick to much random person to talk.
  I happen to be the person who waits them to beckon me first with a hand waving. I have the tendency to sarcastically threaten them. To those who know me, they would know that I joke that way. The ones who just knew me than a mere few minutes might and would get hurt. Too bad for them.