I tried writing my own "hipster" text. This is what I ended up with:
The worst state of mind is perhaps sadness, but I would say its confusion. Hours of mundane thoughts running through my head, some defending mediocrity, other defending a point much more believable. It makes thinking straight difficult. Burying my face in a pillow and hoping the lack of oxygen would help my brain to arrive at a conclusion, but it just deepened my confusions. What is it I am feeling at the moment? Am I happy? Am I sad? Or should I be angry? I am playing the antagonist or the saboteur in this epic dilemma that only I have so far recognized. Bouldering above me, are the consequences- the consequences of what would happen if what my mind rests at is not satisfactory. Whether the thought is a mere insipid trail of unhappiness where I will find myself alone on a Friday night, thinking the unthinkable once again.