SelfPub: My last game

Psychologists say that with my "injuries" I'm supposed to get hysterical just from the presence of someone of the opposite sex, but psychologists are idiots.

... Outside the window, flashed home and people in a hurry. Sometimes I wonder how are they better than me? All of these people. Why do they have that I don't have? Whom and, most importantly, what are they for? In fact, most of them are nothing, they are useless. Nevertheless, the fate of most of them are much sweeter than me. No, I'm not complaining and not trying to expose themselves as a victim of circumstances. There are those who are much worse, but what do I care about them? Man is so constituted, he notices and envies only those who are more fortunate. The other is a fastidious regrets. Strange creatures people.