I feel like a failure every day now.
I don't have nice clothes.
I don't have nice hair.
I don't hang out with the nice little ordinary people.
I don't play a sport.
I don't do anything but sit around and mope lately.
I'd be better off dead. Because I'm just dead weight.
Ninety pounds of it.
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