You’re a pathetic, worthless degenerate of society whose only contribution is the carbon dioxide you exhale and provide for the plant life on earth. You’re not bad. You’re just entirely mediocre. You’re going to live a dull life full of boredom knowing that if you’d done something with it you might’ve had the chance to be happy. You’ll end up looking at yourself when you’re old, decrepit, and confined to a wheelchair wishing you had the foresight to plant a seed in your youth for it to grow into a tree as you aged. You’ll never be anything more than normal. You’re the exact median of society. You’re a person lacking the ability to stand out from society no matter how hard to try. You delude yourself with your dreams, aspirations, and view of yourself into thinking you’ll be anything other than normal. But you won’t. You’ll live an entirely average life full of sadness. Your life will be filled with the nagging feeling of nostalgia for a time when you were contempt with being mediocre. But as you mature, you’ll slowly begin to lose that feeling. You’ll slowly begin to lose yourself. You’ll go off to a mediocre college and get a mediocre degree. You’ll spend your years working in a cubicle for just enough money to stay afloat. Then, you’ll marry another bland, boring person who is just as mediocre as you are. You’ll try to satiate yourself with a fake happiness to cloud the emotion of regret that grabs your life by the neck. You’ll be a person just sentient enough to realize something is wrong but not conscious enough to to anything about it. You’ll absorb your sadness like a depressed sponge until to begin forcing everyone around you away, pushing them to the boundaries of your life, eventually until they fall out of your life and disappear into the abyss. You’ll spend your final old, frail, decrepit, wheelchair-bounded days full of misery and regret playing bingo with all the other mediocre people until you finally perish.