Your superficiality hurts me deep in the guts. It's blinding to see that you don't know who you are and can't find a way, a path of your own. It's painful to observe how you run away from your own pain or even life. It's scary to watch how you're scaring away all of your friends who have a brain working outside the world wide web. It's sad that you prefer to surround yourself of fake people and fake ideals and fake interests, while you're getting more and more empty and making other people sad. It seems that you crave emptiness and keep acting like you're perfect and standing above. You're just the opposite of Prince of Imperfection, who was indeed the closest that someone can get to perfection.
