Imagine you're me, don't know why you would want to be me, but just imagine you are. You're constantly and terminally questioning yourself in relation to girls, where you're still always going to ask why you do what you do and how it will never amount to anything. How it is to be something lesser than a girl has ever been with but you show more than you ever have to anyone else before, but they don't understand, they don't see that because they're used to more, they need more. You're always left in the dust, you're too much hassle with not enough passion, you're boring, and you're a waste.
Now imagine that you find a girl that is incredibly