me. this can't be my body. i hate the way i look. why does anyone even like me? i'm so hideous. wait, no, that's because they don't like me. they talk behind my back. make fun of me. i can't leave the house.
but i do leave the house. eventually. i barely make it to work. but i think i'm happy. everyone's in such a good mood so i must be in a good mood too, right? yeah, yeah today's great actually. i love life!
now i feel empty. why am i even here? there's really not a point to any of this. who cares?
it's time to drink. i have to get 