cry about random schet because your art is trash and you are constantly comparing yourself to others and then you realize you're faulken fat and your laugh is annoying and you're REALLY awkward and surprisingly insensitive and you give terrible advice and you have bad taste in music and the person you like will never like you and you get a haircut but it looks trashy and you're lazy and you're not good at sports and you think you're just not special or relevant? Just me? Ok. Have a good night! :)