Too old. Too young. Too fat.
Not cute enough. Inelegant. Unrefined.
None of them have what it takes. No matter how hard they try, they’ll never measure up.
Unlike you. Born with it all. Every step, led by providence, guided by fortune. How could they ever come close?
Why would they want to, you presumptuous a–hole?
A single mist, shattering your misconceptions. Presume nothing. Presumption.
