The name's Sebastian Smythe. I'm a 17 year old junior at McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio. Yes, you heard me correctly, fucking Nowheresville, Ohio. I might be your future employer, but I also might be your future one night stand. I like to play both fields. I know what you're thinking, most losers who went to high school in Ohio don't get to where you're going, Sebastian. How do you do it? The answer is simple. I'm me. That's all you need to know. I'd thank you for the follow, but you should be the one thanking me. Ciao bella.
It’s not. but it’s not totally anyone else’s fault either. And that’s exactly what I was saying but third is in the top three. It’s still an accomplishment. But need I remind you that you’re one of those ‘losers’ as well?
There’s no one to blame for us placing third, and even if there was, you aren’t the only one who is totally innocent in this. Besides, placing third is miles better than placing twelfth. I’d obviously rather get first place but third is better than nothing. We were in the top three so it’s still an achievement.
It’s totally not my fault. And yeah, third place fucking sucks, and not in a good way, but at least we weren’t very last. Then again, you can only get so far with all the losers that are in this club.
If I get one snide remark, dirty look, or words of “constructive criticism” from any of you losers, I will not refrain from ruining your sorry ass. We did not lose because of me. Though third place is embarrassing and I could place the blame on a number of things such as distraction or sheer lack of talent, I have decided to move on with my life just as all of the rest of you have. Nationals are over, and that’s that. Also, if anyone is going to come to me with fake enthusiasm and say ‘at least we placed’, I’m not above decking you as well. Stay out of my way and know that I’ll still be famous one day, third place or not. Thank you.