And I realize that I'm not very attractive, and she is, and everyone is. And that I could be better. But you don't even care about me, so to point out something like that doesn't help much. In fact I like it better when you don't talk to me at all. I really do know that I should lose weight, and that all the make up in the world couldn't make me less painful to look at. And the diet pills only mess up my heart, so why complain about something so helpless? I'm not going to try to avoid the facts, I'm ugly as fuck and I'm fat and greasy, and maybe have lepracy. No, you would all like me more if I had no legs. And if I didn't care for anything, I might just cut them off myself. Or maybe you will in my sleep, so when I pass you by, you needn't squint. You can look over me completely, and instead of your point of view being bombarded by this disgusting creature, you will never know I have passed.

Fucking asshole.