I am about to start a new chapter in my life but first need to finish the one I am in. I hope I choose the right major. I hope I win my races. I hope I can be happy.
i love myself. i think im beutiful and i can accomplish what i want. the way i see myself is more important then what others think of me, sometimes thought things dont go the way i want and i let what others think about me seem more important. i can make the world beautiful.
awesome yes that is the first thing i thought tragic but not beautifully so perhaps not that tragic, maybe the only thing that’s really tragic is that i don’t understand my own unimportance
Everyday I look at myself in the mirror and, depending on the day, find someone different staring back at me. Occasionally I see someone beautiful, occasionally someone ugly, but at least I always see myself. I’d hate to look and find someone I didn’t even know.
I am me, I am who I am. Over the past year I’ve been finding myself more — I feel like I’ve discovered myself more than ever. I’ve found stuff out that I never would have thought about before. Found that I can be happy with myself and enjoy my life more; that I don’t need a man to make me happy.
Myself is not someone I care to know. That man is a fool, is selfish, is a charlatan, is a horror. Yourself, now he is the good one. That is the one to know. Know yourself. It is imperative that you do. If you don’t, you’ll never know anyone.
i am the best i can be i love who i am and the people i surround myself with i am strong i am funny i am beautiful in my own way i dont care about what others may say about me because im being the best person i can be every morning when iwake up until i go to sleep at night.
i am ali
I don’t usually write about myself because I think it’s quite egotistical. I mean, why would one in conversation want to hear about you specifically, when there’s such a beautiful world around you worth studying. we’re only a small fragment of it, nothing more.
you don’t want to change one iotta for me but demand I change for you.I can only be myself.Don’t like it?Tuff titties.
I am about to start a new chapter in my life but first need to finish the one I am in. I hope I choose the right major. I hope I win my races. I hope I can be happy.
i love myself. i think im beutiful and i can accomplish what i want. the way i see myself is more important then what others think of me, sometimes thought things dont go the way i want and i let what others think about me seem more important. i can make the world beautiful.
awesome yes that is the first thing i thought tragic but not beautifully so perhaps not that tragic, maybe the only thing that’s really tragic is that i don’t understand my own unimportance
Everyday I look at myself in the mirror and, depending on the day, find someone different staring back at me. Occasionally I see someone beautiful, occasionally someone ugly, but at least I always see myself. I’d hate to look and find someone I didn’t even know.
crazy, itricate, silly, smokes a lot of pot, loves the sun, dresses weird, loves to love, brown hair, loves to write, loves to eat, blue,
I am me, I am who I am. Over the past year I’ve been finding myself more — I feel like I’ve discovered myself more than ever. I’ve found stuff out that I never would have thought about before. Found that I can be happy with myself and enjoy my life more; that I don’t need a man to make me happy.
Myself is not someone I care to know. That man is a fool, is selfish, is a charlatan, is a horror. Yourself, now he is the good one. That is the one to know. Know yourself. It is imperative that you do. If you don’t, you’ll never know anyone.
i am the best i can be i love who i am and the people i surround myself with i am strong i am funny i am beautiful in my own way i dont care about what others may say about me because im being the best person i can be every morning when iwake up until i go to sleep at night.
i am ali
I believe in myself. I trust myself. I can do many things by myself. There are plenty of things that
I don’t usually write about myself because I think it’s quite egotistical. I mean, why would one in conversation want to hear about you specifically, when there’s such a beautiful world around you worth studying. we’re only a small fragment of it, nothing more.
I find myself alone in my thoughts, but I know they are good ones, so I don’t feel so alone after all.
Aye yi yi, couldn’t you have picked a better word. How am I supposed to narrow down the topic of “myself” into 60 seconds?
Especially when I am under the pressure of the clock.
I would have to say that this word is best embodied by the word trying and trying not to be.
i love..i respect..i will cherish..forever..