"I wish I was special"

So I got up at 6, I drove down to London’s docklands & joined the queue. I queued for just over an hour. I was then given my chance as part of a group of 10 to plead my case. I thought I did ok; I cracked a couple of jokes & got good laughs. And then I wasn’t picked & that was that. I was home by half 11. The whole thing has left me feeling dismal. I feel very sad today. Very sorry for myself, devoid of love, aching to be held in a warm soft embrace. Should’ve been a girl eh?