This is me. Brad thought it was a reflection of society but it's strictly about how much i suck.

note to self: You are weak. You are annoying to others around you. You are inappropriate, unsubstantiated, Unable, Infertile. You lack drive and motivation and you bring others around you down. You are wicked, hurtful, domineering in the worst way. You are undecided, uninformed, unintended. You are careless and selfish. You seek to serve yourself over others. You are hypocritical, judgmental, facetious, extravagantly foolish. You lack planning ability, concentrating ability and the ability to learn new abilities easily. You smell like death, and you look like it too. You are not the smartest crayon in the box, nor the lightest bulb in the pack. You are uncorroborated, unwilling, unhappy, and misgiving. You start things and you stop them. You don't finish what you have started. You look at people and judge. You think you are smarter then the rest, more emotional than the rest, more generous then the rest. You are misguided, misaligned, malicious, militant-when-need-be. You are less then modest, less then half a man, you are the embodiment of failure, the epitome of loneliness. You are not the cream of the crop, rather you are the dirty lily pads on the top of the lake. You are a small fish, small game, and big trouble. You can't make up your mind. You are fickle, unforgiving, indian giving. You speak with too much words. You are too complicated, too slow, too hyper, too rebellious. You cannot be saved, but you can be sweet-talked. You don't stand enough ground. You stand too much of the wrong ground. Your shirt is inside out, it's all wrinkled, it's faded, it's ripped. Your shoes are worn, your thighs are warm, your neck is fat. You can't be abandoned, left alone for a second. You can't tie your own shoes. You can't play the right games. You are too right wing. Too liberal. Too mad, too mediocre, too fat, too cranky. You don't have enough compassion, community, high school spirit.