I'm proud of you, loser. The truth can make one so bitter. Hearing how much better I am than you, about how much more fulfilling my life is... it can seem unfair, I know. I am gorgeous, powerful, and wealthy. Rather than lament your loser status, you have decided to embrace it. Of course your life should be meager and pathetic, so that mine can be that much more beautiful. Of course you should grovel and beg, slave away while I flourish in a life of opulence and indulgence. I am a princess. You are human garbage.