I am sad.
Sad because I am lonely.
Lonely because no one in the world wants me.
And when you don't feel wanted, you feel invisible.
I used to comfort myself by thinking of all the other unwanted people there must be.
But sometimes it feels like I'm the only one left.
Especially at the Post office, where the government announces all those whose status has changed.
SIGH.
HEY, MORON. THEY'RE CRIMINALS.
AW, NUTS. WOMEN ALWAYS LIKE BAD BOYS.