"As I slowly started to gaze at the ceiling, I remembered that it was still there. The feeling
was unbearable, and as I recall - it was like someone had taken away my heart and soul. Was I going to feel dead inside for the rest of my life? And where was this confidence that everyone had talked about? It’s as if I’m doomed to an eternity of loneliness and sadness. Maybe my dad was right… Maybe I’m a nobody. And why is it
that when I watch a movie - a man seems courageous, confident, and desirable? FVCK
being average. I’m tired. I’m fed up. I have to do something... These were my thoughts and feelings for more than a decade. If you are reading this
right now, I want to tell you that I am a living proof of an ex-average."