I know you are, but what am I?

Many people have gotten me to things against my interests by saying I should move past myself.  I find the ones who are telling this don't practice what they preach.  It is all about me anyway.  If I don't matter, why hurt me?  Sick fucks.  They do not know what they steal.  Placebo is yelling at the broken.  And yes, some of it was my fault, but they took it to extremes.  Normally I compromise. I stay in hell, but get Prozac, Diet Coke and get to write and read.  I like to write and explore the world through reading.  I lost my motivation for society a long time ago, so buzz off. Sorry this is a blob.  I'm writing from my phone.