The Word Cute

If there's one word that I really resent it's the word cute. I don't get called it as much as I used to, but when I still manage to get called that. Now I realize all this is doing is making me more "cute" but I don't give a fuck. I got called cute for wearing my L.E.D. shirt, that is just a what the fuck moment right there. And then I got a friend I named Hollister Lesbos that calls me cute way too much. I mean, when we talk that is, all she does is call me cute. She thinks my low self-esteem is cute, I really don't get it. I mean I get the concept of cute. Like I was wearing my L.E.D. shirt in school, the same day I got called cute, and a girl walks up and starts poking it with a little kid face on all amazed and shit. That is cute. But with my ugly mug getting called cute is like calling a pile of shit pleasant. Speaking of which, I passed a giant pile of human feces during my "Crazy Night." But I troll on chat roulette and get called cute by a girl cause I'm making funny faces. Cute and I are polar opposites, it's just weird. But there's been weirder instances than the ones I've mentioned. The one and only friend I made on Omegle kept calling me cute cause I cook, how are those two related? And yea, in case you couldn't tell my posts have been lacking a serious amount of depth and content. That's just because I'm genuinely happy but don't want to stop my daily posting, I gotta say it's improved me in my English class. I keep getting A's and B's on the daily papers we  have to write. But when I'm genuinely happy I don't have much to complain about. But when I reach euphoria, then you'll have some serious stuff to read. And trust me, I scraped with it and came close a second time, euphoria you aren't that far off.