“I see why you love her. I mean, she's beautiful. She's funny. Smart. Caring. Everything you want. Then there's me. I can't think of anything good about me. Like a rotten apple, sitting on the ground. Not even the worms want me. While she, and her friends, are all at the top. Bright red, without even one bad spot. I see why you love them. I wouldn't love me either...”
