My life is worse than my opponents

IntroductionFirstly, thank you for participating and for all those who read this debate. I hope you enjoyed it. Final RoundNo new major arguments. Counter and summarize. Counter-Arguments 1. Food: My opponent yet again tries to argue that his gallon of coffee is worse than my food: sh!t and pee. By now, your body would have become conditioned to tasting the mushrooms, so it would no longer react so violently. When I have to eat or drink, I swallow the waste in my mouth. Have you ever tasted that stuff? I guess not. It taste like sh!t, because it actually is. My opponent loses on this aspect of his life. My life is worse than his. 2. A House: Here, my opponent tries to claim that his warehouse full of mouse traps is better than my roof-top abode. However, he cannot complain about the traps hurting him. They're keeping the mice away! You're lucky you have that luxury. My body has been sucked dry by the mosquitoes in the air. He gets to cover the holes with rags, a luxury I cannot even fathom. He sleeps on a unsteady bed, and tries to make that seem worse than the bed I have, or the lack thereof. Since my roof is slanted, I can easily roll off on either side. That's worse pain than some tiny mouse traps. 3. Writing Utensils: Here, my opponent tries to make pen and paper seem worse than my system of writing: using my bloody finger to write on a some scraps I find. My sister takes this, and types it on her computor. 4. Bathroom: Of course I have access at the end of the day, but do I have the luxury of relieving myself in the middle of the day? No. Thus, my opponent concedes on this point too. When you're forced to hold your own family's waste in your mouth, come back and tell me. ConclusionAll in all, my life is worse than that of my opponent. The evidence is clear, and the situations have been laid out. I have an abusive, black, ginger mom. My fourth stepfather is abusive as well, but just plain sadistic with his punishments. I have twelve siblings, one of which died a little while ago; he hated me so much he committed suicide. He had a drug-dealing girlfriend who stole money from me to fund her addiction. -My gay, homophobic, republican, racist brother recently joined the KKK. -My skin is so dark from the sun, my racist sister uses me on her slave-plantation. -My family kicks me in the crotch on the way into the house. They count who is entering by listening for the number of screams. -I store my family's daily waste in my mouth until dusk, then must walk miles to empty it out. If I get hungry, I just swallow. -I try to kill myself, but it never works. I have burn marks all over my neck from the ropes, and turns out I'm allergic to some of the pills. I shot myself in the back of the mouth, but that hit a nerve, then exited my body. I now have permanant brain-freeze in my throat. But, you know what they say, "Commit suicide, or die trying."-I have legos hot-glued to the bottom of my feet, and each step hurts almost as much as the bullet wound. -My friends, even my enemies, have all killed themselves. Living a life with me in it was worse than death. -I am only half male. Which half of my body? The right half. Nobody's life is as bad as mine. My life is worse than my opponents. I rest my case.