Help

Who the hell do I think I am to snark at stuff I read when I myself have not been doing what I'm supposed to be doing? So this is how it feels to be on the other side. To be the snarky one who hasn't accomplished anything. To be the jealous one who's covering it all up with haughtiness and projecting a false sense of entitlement. I don't think I like being on this side but yet, I can feel myself flailing helplessly in this maelstrom, spiraling into this big, black gaping maw of superficiality and self-unrealization.

I need help.