Since about 8th grade, I always felt unworthy. I get nervous around people because I think they're better than I am. I feel uglier, dumber, and not as good of a person when compared to everybody else. I need to go onto college and become something just like my sister did. If not, I'm the failure of the family. I don't contribute much to the family in my eyes, and that is thrown in my face more than needed. I've been called a joke, and I've been in arguments where people have made me feel incredibly stupid even if I was even partially correct, all because words are powerful and can be twisted against me. I could have been a better son to my father before he died. I could help my mom out more in this small apartment. But where do these feelings come from? And is it my fault for having them?
Oh, squiggly line in my eye fluid, I see you there lurking on the periphery of my vision, but when I try to look at you, you scurry away. Are you shy, squiggly line? Why, only when I ignore you do you return to the center of my eye? Oh, squiggly line, its alright, you are forgiven.
- Stewie Griffin.