It ain't a bed of roses

I've got to post something after all. Something I wrote sometime last month. Slightly edited so as not to hit out at people.

So you think it's easy and all fun?

I can't even ask someone how many marks he got.

I can't even ask how someone is ranked.

I've got to live up to everyone's expectations, or hear comments about how surprised everyone is.

I've got everyone thinking I study 24/7, without even getting to know me.

I've got people who are scared of me.

I've got people who don't dare to talk to me because they're afraid I'll laugh at their English (like I've ever laughed at anyone's English!)

It is sickening, sometimes.

Maybe that's why sometimes I get along better with people I meet in ping pong or minesweeper. 'Cos these people already know that I do something else besides studying.

But a whole lot of people know I play badminton and ping pong!!

When I don't know what to choose, they always say "you don't have to worry, you can choose whatever you want!" But that's the problem! I don't know what to choose, didn't you hear? Not "I can't choose what I want"!

*shudder* Have I turned into a whining bitch?
("bitch" as in "female dog", please)