Just look at them, going through the shelves, living their normal lives. Why do they have to look this happy? And this perfect? Life isn't perfect. At least not mine... But theirs is. It's unfair. I have to stay in this damn dusty library all day. When was the last time I saw the sun?

No. No, I shouldn't think like that. There are people worse off than me. I shouldn't complain.

Oh, just look at ...