Ok, so this didn’t happen today, actually about 27 years ago. So I was born, and I thought all was good. Wrong. Now I live alone, and have a miserable life, and regret every being born. If I could go back an tell my little fetus one piece of advice, I’d tell myself to stay inside my mom and never leave. It’d be so nice to not have to go to work, and just sit there, not a worry in the world. LIFE SUXS!

TL;DR: I was born abt 27 years ago. I regret it.