I feel Every Enveloped No or utter lack of Email real, real deep. It is you are not worth it, others are better. There is the thing that I Do that I once told myself No One else Did, and then the sad feeling that everyone, actually, is doing it, but better, and trying less hard. It’s not getting picked cause my Umbros have holes in then, or standing alone at the Valentine’s Dance. It’s first grade all over again.