I was nicknamed Vide for a reason

What do you do with someone who can never get the motivation to work no matter how hard she tries, can only tell stories, has to live in a body that isn't even hers for the rest of "his" life otherwise it's a sin, and just can't get herself to love her own father? Who knows, but why should I trouble you with those questions. You know how much better all of your lives would be if I weren't here? Think about that, what purpose do I serve to you all? None. Anyone else? Get real! Just try and name even one other person who would even notice if I were dead. Oh yeah! All of those who hate me. I am completely inferior to all other human beings around me. All of them have at least something going for them. But not me. All I can do is write a fucking story! And even when I finish it no one will see it. No one will care. They'll all just ignore it keep going. My life is a small, wasteful and utterly useless part of this world that no one will ever look back on and think positively about it. I was nicknamed Vide for a reason, it's French for empty.