I have been nowhere
I have been nowhere, and done nothing.
My life has been pointless and selfish.
Even when I accomplish something meaningful, or do something worthwhile, it is for meaningless, hateful reasons.
There is no suffering in my past that would justify my shortcomings.
I no longer believe in friendship.
The more I love someone, the less I love other people.
My only charm is my vanity.
Arrogance has been my primary source of success, although I lack the arrogance to succeed more than marginally.
When I am tired, I stumble over my words.