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.