Self-awareness isn't righteous. Irony isn't clever.
I'm doing what countless other people have done and what countless otheres will do.
This is crude, ugly writing.
Oh, to be a poet, to work around a language with wit and originality.
I can't even get the grammaar right:or the spelling.
Everyone's out of my league. Everyone's too beautiful, too smart, too in-shape, too quick, too kind, too good for me. This was a cruel and hilarious prank.