This is the much sought after end result of pretty much every life endeavor for the drama queens and psychic vampires of this planet. From dating to casual acquaintances, all the world is a stage; quickly, feel sorry for me.

These people live in a dark and morbid world of lame suicide attempts and disastrous relationships; filled in at slow points by constantly pondering self centered imaginary sub plots such as: "Everyone hates me because I am different", "Everyone wants to fuck me/date me/marry me, lets talk about it" and my favorite, "Who would show up at my funeral and how hard would they cry?"