‘ You  know  if  you’re  ugly  people  won’t  care  about  you!  ’   Slimy, oozing, pus like words were ejected from his mouth like vomit. They made no sense to most anyone besides himself. Everything he said was repulsive and carried an air of superiority while simultaneously being utter nonsense. How could anyone think such things? Such morbid things, sad things, inane things. IT WAS A RIOT!! THIS CHILD FROM THE TRASH HEAP BORN INTO A WORLD THAT HATES HIM THINKS HE MEANS SOMETHING!! Trivial as it was the boy found them speaking to a stranger without much hesitation despite their bewildering presence. ‘ Do  you  think  it’s  kinda  sad?  That  people  don’t  care  about  you? ’