My mama always said that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade out of it. Well life gave me a truckload today.
I failed in a project and it was made that it was all my fault. People are avoiding me like I have the plague and whisper behind my back.
They call me loser. It should have never been entrusted to her in the first place. She doesn't have any talents.
She is not even pretty or smart. I would hear them in the bathroom completely unaware that I am there.
She is a failure. Why is she still here. They would ask each other.
Oh Mama, how can I make lemonade out of all these lemons. I ask as I open my switchblade and started to stab them one by one.