A Day in the Life of my O-level Result Slip

I was born with thousands of my other brothers and sisters, and we shared a few names. Mine was B3. But I really hate my name. It's sounds so average and mediocre. Why couldn't I be like my handsome brother A1 instead? Or my chiou sister A2? I know there are ugly squirts like D7 and E8, but them being ugly don't make me feel any better. There was a time when I thought B3 was ok and that no one really cared about names. But I was horribly wrong. My siblings and I were given out yesterday and I finally realised how inferior I am as my owner punished me by beating me up with gigantic drops of tears. It was really painful. I can't take it anymore. Where's my mama? Oh she's busy giving birth at the MOE office where I was born. Useless bitch. Just when I needed her most. Anyway I still hope she loves me. Because no one else does. I feel really suicidal now. My dear owner, please kill me, it's all my fault, for being born the way I am. Luckily my owner is kind and I smile happily as he tears me apart and burns me. The end.