and then sometimes

it hits you like a brick in the face: you're ugly and no one appreciates your impressive humming talent. it must be said, however, that at least three people on this world would have appreciated your humming, had you been personally aquainted to them so that they might experience such a closed-mouth virtuosity. alas, you are not. i trust your will to live is down to nil by now and no flamboyant gesture will save you from your own despair. i'd go flick a pop-rock right about now.