I FEEL LIKE A FAT PIECE OF SHIT.  Even when good things happen I can't feel good about it, I just feel fat and afraid.  ......happiness vs. being comfortable. Trembling in a strange mix of cowardice and anticipation.  I can't think of one single thing I like about you!  My face burned off while you were gone! I blew a guy!  Those aren't things people should say.  I won't say them.  I'll stop complaining.