Don't take this the wrong way, but we're all losers. The whole world is. I'm a loser, he's a loser, she's a loser, we're a loser, and yes, you're a loser too. Take a good look at your life right now. Read all of your entries and then tell me your life is wonderful, that it's turned out better than you could've imagined. Tell me you're on top of the world, that you've made no mistakes, that you've created world peace, tell me you've cured AIDS, tell me that everything will be all right and prove it. I know you can't. The only thing I can count on is that you'll put together foggy thoughts into wonderful words, saying how you felt, how your day went, what you desire, what pissed you off, what rings you belong to: it makes me feel like the world is a smaller place with you all. The world doesn't seem so cold and scary when I read your entries. People are so heartless and cruel sometimes, but I can read the pain we inflict on ourselves and sympathize/empathize/laugh along with you.