"I wish I had some poetic way to describe myself, because there's a thousand words inside me waiting to be put to use. But I guess that's why I'm here, right? To use them?" he rambled on. He thought about saying something like "that's why any of us are here" but didn't want to seem cliche to browsing readers. He had 2000 words to use for this, though, which seemed like so many and so little at the same time. 
So a little about him. He had never been to New  York, but he figured it was dreary there and he was scared that's where he belonged.  He wished he belonged somewhere sunny but he wasn't so sure it fit him. Furthermore, he figured nobody was reading this anyway so he couldn't understand why he was still typing. 
He wanted to say, "if you really wanna know about me, just read my writing. You'll understand me better than I do." But he didn't. He had 1200 more words, but he said nothing. And that about sums it up.