Snivelling waste of space, so self-conscious you can’t stand still and be inconspicuous, wishing you could, wishing you could be the center of attention like your rivals, wishing you could be vivacious and bubbly and silly and fun like the rest of them, you stupid shit, why do you care, it’s not like it matters, except to you, painfully, in the pit of your stomach, you feel sick all the time, why do you take it so seriously, have you ever laughed in your entire life?
Secretly Ironic 