It really is kind of hard to look at everyone around you and wonder what your purpose in life is. It’s difficult when the people around you think that they are so flawed, but in reality, they are the very idea of literal perfection.
My friends think that they are ugly and unattractive, but they don’t even know how it feels like to be me. My friends think that they are dumb or stupid, but they haven’t even begun to see my half-dead brain cells. My friends think that they have no special qualities, the only thing my brain can even think about is freaking self-pity.