The difference from where I stand and where she is standing is...
She's a lot prettier than me.
A lot taller than I am.
A lot slimmer.
Good in her English.
Atas like anything.
Rich.
Smart.
Me?
What do I have?
A dog.
A few hundreds.
A lot of fats.
Short.
Vulgarities like free flow of drinks.
Average looking.
The only thing that I can be on par on would probably be my English. That's all.
Jen, now you know where you stand. What the fuck are you waiting for? Skies to turn grey, flowers to wither and mind to be fucked?
I is sad till cannot sad till I feel hurt. Full stop.