Well that would be ME!
Why? How? Who are you? I hear you ask.
I am the voice of one screaming in suburbia, with no one listening!
Not even me!
Well, what is there to like about us, such a lae lot. So weak, so conceited, so self-absorbed and petty.
We love no one, not even ourselves, and all we do we do for the now, the temporal hit, the quick fix, because we can't get any satisfaction as hard as we try for all we do we do for the temporal relief of the angst and anxiety which overpowers us at times uncontrollably, unimaginably strong to the point of driving us crazy!
Maybe I actually don't hate, maybe I care, I love you all but am frustrated at myself for doing nothing for anyone, for anything other than my own meaningless self satisfaction.