Still stuck in the same place after all this time. Other people are moving on with their lives but you- you're some kind of a tragic anchor. Day after day you stagnate and fade in the joyless sunlight. Why do you think you deserve my attention, or any body's attention for that matter? I know what you have to say and it's a really, really tired story.

Your sole purpose in life seems to be to impede the progress of others. They're trying so hard to get somewhere, and you feel compelled to impose your pathetic existence on them. When others think of you (which is rare) they think of an unwanted interruption.

Haven't you noticed that nobody wants to see you? Even when they do see you, they try to pretend they don't. Your'e so deeply miserable that the mere act of someone acknowledging your existence means they have to carry its burden. It's so heavy they can't continue to move. The very instant they can finally manage to get out from underneath it, they hit the gas so hard they peel out.

And you have the nerve to offer this unsolicited advice. You might as well be talking to a mirror.