Yes?

What the fuck am I doing? I'm a mess, I'm sure I've an ulcer. I have four jobs and three girlfriends, I'm still fucking broke and lonely. I've created nothing, felt so little, given up so much, I cannot see a thing. I need everything and deserve none of it but I don't even know why it is. It just is, as it always is. I'm tired, I'm bored, I'm sick and alone. Self loathing poet of nonsense. Too much, not enough, nothing happens, things are, they do and will. Oh, you fool, you had it all when you had nothing. Here. Just take it. I no longer desire it or anything else.