There is no sense in being less excellent and less beautiful. I think being lesser is hell. And hell, I think, is where I do not belong. This should be true for all of us. Believe that you cannot be mediocre and you can never be ugly. This should be the new golden rule, you know.
Who likes being stuck, anyway? An idiot martyr, maybe. One who likes doing things half-assly and looking like shit at the same time. What is that stupid martyr living for? Justifying the conditions which one believed to have caused the settling. Of course.
I’m too misplaced to be excellent. I’m too effortless to be beautiful. No. You’re too mediocre to be excellent. You’re too ugly to be beautiful.