Fear Of Missing Yourself

MISSING? WHAT'S MISSING? NOTHING'S MISSING. I HAVE EVERYTHING THAT I COULD POSSIBLY WANT. 100 CARS, $79,119,312, NO ONE IN MY LIFE TO TRIP ME OVER. EVERYONE'S EITHER DEAD OR GAVE UP LOOKING FOR ME. I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO KNOW WHO'S REALLY THERE FOR ME, SO I'M COMFORTABLE JUST HATING EVERYONE. JUDGING EVERYONE. YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUNNY? THERE'S PEOPLE OUT HERE, JUST WALKING AROUND, THINKING THEY'RE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME. PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY'RE ON MY LEVEL, AND THEY HAVEN'T EVEN TAKEN A SINGLE STEP. THEY'RE ON THE SAME LEVEL AS A FETUS. THEY DON'T KNOW THAT, AND THEY NEVER WILL. THEY WOULDN'T KNOW WHO I AM IF I EXPLAINED IN A POWERPOINT WITH JUST 10 SLIDES. THEY'RE COMFORTABLE JUST THINKING I'LL EVENTUALLY FIND SOME REASON TO ENTERTAIN THEM, JUST AS I'M COMFORTABLE KNOWING WHO THEY ARE, AND NEVER HAVING TO PRETEND TO LIKE THEM. I DON'T OWE THEM RESPECT. I DON'T OWE THEN GRATITUDE. WHAT DO I OWE TO A FETUS?