You must do what you want.
You're nothing if you're not special.
Childhood, after all, is the first precious coin that poverty steals from a child.
If this is what you do to the winner, I'd hate to see how you treat the runner up.
All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets into your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see?
Then why don't you go and ---- yourself.