You sound confused. Like your starving for attention and everything and everyone around you knows deep down what a waste you are. You feel it a lot don't you. A victim your whole life you crave for someone to validate you and yet … the moment never comes does it?
Displayed all over this board time and time again you screech and slither and the only thing you hear is the sound of your own voice scraping across the chalkboard of life.
annnd now I've bored myself with this less then surprising characterization of you. But you know the feeling … you wallow in it as the seconds tick by your meaningless existence. Don't cha.