Stupid

I'm stupid. I've fallen for the same pitfalls that I sighted in the distance and said that I was too smart I was too ambitious my potential was too great to fall for them and yet I've fallen. I hurt everyone with whom I come in contact. I use people up until I'm bored and then I discard them and move on, and then I cry because I'm alone. I'm stupid for writing this as a poem because it's a really bad poem. It's just proof that I'm self-indulgent - extrapolate that and you've got the proof that whatever I said in here is true! And on top of that this is a first draft, and I'm too lazy to re-read it or re-format it yet I expect you all to read it and comment or whatever? So self-indulgent as to press "enter" every so often and change this into some sort of semblance of verse. Maybe I only write this to prove to myself, argue to myself, how awful I am, so that I can continue to act stupidly, in my own interest, and use people up, less as an unfortunate event and more as "business as usual." Wow, there's a lot of clichés in this poem! Oh well. I'm not going to fix them. Hey, aren't you bored by this yet? Aren't you upset that you read this far? It's like I've sent out some sort of sentry to do my dirty work of being an obnoxious, stupid individual when I'm not around to do it myself. And see how I re-formatted this to not be in verse but to be prose after I acknowledged how arbitrary the parsing the wording into verse was? Did I fool you, however briefly, into thinking that maybe it was an interesting choice? Well, it's not! It's really an uninteresting choice. See, I did put a little bit of effort into the spacing it into verses back when I was doing it. Am I trying to bore you away from reading this? Why am I so self- deprecating? Can I truly be so self-centered if subconsciously I'm trying to get you to not pay attention to me? Is it self-conscious if I've acknowledged it? Wow, this has really fallen apart. Oh well. Anyway, I'm stupid, blah blah blah, I'm the worst, but really, I do feel this way, and am constantly lamenting (ooh, poetic-sounding word!) this fact. Otherwise, or maybe notwithstanding that, this has been a waste of time for all of us!