we look at ourselves; we look at others.
the others are better. the others are out
to get us uglies, us non-perfect beings- we
don't belong in this world, and we know
that and respect it and even wish for it to
happen. we know we shouldn't be here. i
know i shouldn't be here. compared to
all those perfects, all those beautiful
people: i know i am nothing.

nothing.