“I was allergic to myself! How pathetic was that?”

“I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.”

“Talking about myself makes me feel like I'm having an allergic reaction, especially when compliments are involved.”

“When it’s quiet in my head like this, that’s when the voice doesn’t need to tell me how pathetic I am. I know it in the deepest part of me. When it’s quiet like this, that’s when I truly hate myself.”

“Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I've taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It's like talking to myself but slightly more pathetic.”

“I hate it when discovering something wonderful about someone else requires me discovering something pathetic about myself.”