Our sense of worthlessness is always built on an exaggerated story we tell ourselves. Humour can help us see it.
I’m from a town called worthless
East of Shame and North of Guilt
Population: Unknown (They felt unworthy of being counted)
Popular dish: Roasted self-esteem with Meek salad
Favourite pass time: Practicing invisibility
Hometown hero: Yours truly
Zakaria Amara 