I hate every single aspect of my life. I'm stuck at a job that I suck at, I'm always broke, and every time I start to get ahead, something happens that puts me right back down. I hate myself. I'm short, I'm fat, and I'm unnattractive. All I want is to be loved, but girls are too worried about meeting some tall young punk with a nice car to worry about finding someone who won't treat them like shit. All I want is to be happy, but apparently God has decided that happiness is too much for me to ask.