Carving the most inane thoughts in the darkest corners of the universe

Inevitable of course, but at least I tried, depending on your definition of tried.

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.