Every word sounds empty, feels pathetic.
Is it my fault that I'm a loser, I sympathise with all the idiots, talentless hacks, the self-harmers, the emos and goths, the hipsters or perhaps I'm jealous that they are at least unfraid to be themselves. Even when they are trying to be something else.
I am boring, which is perhaps the thing about me that causes the most self-hatred and what is more boring than self-hatred.
What is a blog for, I'm talking to the void ultimately, especially with no audience.