Quit your pointless denial.

Sing for youself.
Play for yourself.
Write for yourself.
Paint for yourself.
Compose for yourself.
Dress for yourself.
Dance for yourself.
Draw for yourself.

Instead of doing things just because we like sycophantic and empty praise, and cheat ourselves thinking the reason we do those things is because people "enjoy" them, we all should use that time to do things that actually help people in a significant way and kill our hunger for a thank you in return. Do the former for your-fucking-self. No one cares if you're good at something. We all flatter for interest or simple instinct. It doesn't mean shit. Enjoy your own life and hobbies by your own means. You don't have to show your shit off. If you're gonna do it, at least fucking sell it, then it would mean something. And if you can't sell your talent, sorry to burst your bubble, but it means you and your talent (or lack, thereof) aren't worth a shit. So then why not do it just for yourself? And if your actual hobby is receiving flatters for what you do, being aware or not, I don't care about your intentions, I don't care about your morals. You're a fucking waste of oxygen.

Face your own implied misery and make a change for once in your so-far meaningless life, or plain kill yourself if you're a selfish bastard who doesn't care about common weal. Hell, if you don't, you probably are even proud about it. How meaningless and miserable can you get? Aren't you the cutest thing? The phrase "be yourself" turns into utter bullshit if you don't extend your hand once in a while, genius.

Stop your egoism and be SOMEONE. You're social by nature. Take advantage of it, but not for yourself, for those surrounding you. You're nothing without them. Fuck yourself for once, and extend your hand with the humillity you have been far from showing to this day.

Next is a picture of heart-shaped sweets.

I hate myself so much. Bye.

I feel terrible, too sad, disappointed, everything's just wrong with me right now.