I’m here to dash out whatever glimmer of hope you had for your future. The truth is, you’re never going to be "normal". I know you long for things as simple as mediocrity — but it’s never going to happen.
You’re a pathetic loser, and will be for the rest of your life. Let me remind you of your doom, over and over, while I torment you with my perfect body. This is not for the weak of heart.