You sit inside all day, using a head computer to pretend your life is actually worth something. You have no friends, and the ones you think you have are waiting for the most hurtful moment to turn on you. You’re so ugly, even that retard from special ed has more chances of getting bitches then you could ever dream. The moment you turn 18, and your mother doesn’t feel obligated to carry your burden anymore, they’ll throw you out to become another rat on the streets of our great nation.