I've been doing selfish and stupid things.

I've been disappointing my family.

I feel so hated.

I'm not feeling enough shame.

I'm such an ingrate.

So hate me for that.

Why love me? When I'm such a retarded prick.

All this time, I've only been doing things for myself.

Yet I'm not being better off.

You know, I feel so damn useless.

I can't do anything right.

Hate me for that.

Why would anyone love you.

Shut up, I won't talk to selfish pricks.

Now I really have no one to turn to.

I'm just wrong.

Just a foolish, ambitious dreamer.

Give it up.

No one bothers.

Continue talking here, see how I care.

Go on, carry on with this blabbering.

It doesn't mean anything to anyone.

Not anymore.

We hate you now. You've become something unsightly and disgusting.

Its understandable that you'll hate me for that.

So, you could do just that.

Life just got hit by a cyclone. Now everything is messed up and beyond salvation.

Despair and desperation is all that I have left.

But, unlike Myanmar, I'm not offered aid.

Because Myanmar wasn't selfish.

And you can hate me for that metaphor too.

I'm such a prick.