i am happy and sad and all things at once. i love to love and laugh but i cry often. i come closest to understanding myself during that shadowy time of night right before it gets dark, where everything is gray. it seems such silence is needed for me to hear.
the one i love..
the one i hate..
the one i thought that cared for me the most
and turned out that couldn’t pay the cost…
always there
but in a really strange way nowhere.
don’t you see?
that person is me!
my self is insecure. myself is all the flaws that a human being can have. myself is having a good time with friends or reading abook by the fire at home. myself is whatever you want it to be because it is you.
Myself is just me and no one else, although myself gets very lonely when just myself, occasionally it’s nice to pretend to be some one else, because if you are always myself things tend to get a bit repetitive. It can also be fulfilling to be with some one else?
Myself? What do I know about Myself? I couldn’t begin to describe it because it’s too long. Like a strand of DNA, Myself can not be as easily coded and unraveled by machine as can a strip of data used to display the even numbers between 10 and 20 in Microsoft Excel.
i love horses and music and music brings peace because you live entirely in the moment and i think i am very selfish and self absorbed. i can recognize when i am wrong, though. I try to appreciate everything and everyone for all they are worth. I want to become buhdist.
I think too little of myself. I sell myself short on so many things that it’s ridiculous. I probably won’t graduate because I lack the self-motivation to do the necessary work. But that’s my own fault.
you. me. myself. it’s not like looking in a mirror is that enlightening, yet people either avoid it like the plague, like a certain person next to me, or taqke every opportunity they can get to soak in their whole person via the reflective glass. you can’t see yourself there any more than you can anywhere else, vain passersby
why do I love myself? because I am so perfect. Not only am I handsome, a gorgeous shell, but there is so much more to me under my surface. I am absolutely in love with myself.
A person highly confused in a world that doesn’t make sense. I listenb to music and eat food and make food as a matter of fact. people love me and I love them but some more than others. It’s really confusing as I said before but who really cares. I care, but it’s all very difficult. I just wanna have fun.
hardest word in the world. i know i am suposed to talk about myself, but i am going to write about the word itself. it’s funny how much and how litle does it say about someone.
it’s difficult to define myself in concrete terms because i don’t see myself as something too concrete. i’m very complex but i also elude myself sometimes. i can’t see myself from a different perspective; i can’t feel myself change and i need to take external cues to register what exactly i have become.
i’m here, i’ve always been alone. there is still a long way to go in this race but i will make it to the end. i don’t need you, i can do this MYSELF!!!!
i like writing about myself because there is an endless amount of things to write about such as how my life has gone so far, how its going right now and in addition to that how a plan for it to go in the future, good or bad. writing about one’s self is important in life because it lets you just let out the things that you have been keeping inside and don’t necessarily need to share them with anyone else. like a journal for example helps you express your inner feelings as well. my life recently has been going well in school as well as in my personal life including my long relationship i;m currently in.
I want to know myself. But then again, maybe I already do? Can it be true that others know me better than myself? I know that others can see right through the things I try to conceal sometimes. But nobody knows the depth with which i truly think.
I think myself is pretty much ok with me, and I is pretty much with myself. Sometimes I think myself is too selfish, but I is more the person that wants to go out. Me is more conservative. Funny things. I want to see myself out there, but I know I can’t do it, since I like to keep myself for me.
i am myself and i think thats good. i’m kindof annoying something weeeeee it’s fine though. wow, that green bar is going FAST! someone is calling me…better pick that up..I want to watch fired up. The line is turning orange!!! Now red! I don’t think i’ve got time!!!!
when i think about myself, try to think positive. i try to imagine the strong confident woman i am- i’ve never waken shit from anyone, i’ve always been about me, and i consider myself pretty intelligent- however, my inner pessimist always takes me back to the lazy, underachieving, happy-to-be-nothing loser that i am. myself.
growth. i am growing into myself, and its not something fully identifiable yet, but i am so happy with where i am now. i know where i need to be, and how i want to get there. happiness, friends, love, real, thats hat myself is. a journey. :)
Is an enigma to even me. I have almost no idea what this mind creates or what it’s purpose could possibly be. I hope it is to help people because this goddamn conscience gets in the way all of the time
As I write this I feel a pulling on my left side, between my breast and armpit, just a small discomfort that I experience now and then. If I pull back my sweater to rub it I see that I have a few small bumps where my sweater rubbed my skin and a hollowness between my shoulder and collarbone.
i am a very nice person who tends to get irritated easily sometimes. i love animals but not snakes cause they scare me. i wish i was a vampire and i really really love the taste of blood i may be weird but thats just me.
I seek to be understood, doesn’t everyone. Love, care and understanding. That, my friends, is what life is all about. So love life, because life is for loving.
They say the front piece of hair around your face is Boardwalk and Park Place. That’s what they say. They say when you fuss with it, when you see an unexpected you in the reflection, you’re changed. How can one “myself”contain so many? Who can we become?
Deep within myself is a kernel of truth, guarded by a gibbbering gnome of scant repute, seated upon a toadstool, smoking a small, briar pipe: he’s a happy camper!
Although some people see me as a very laid back person I assure you I am not. I have a shell that I hide behind and it is a complete fabrication of who I truly am. I hope that later on I will be able to show my true colors, but only time will tell.
i’m bored out of my mind i wish i could just go home and lay down .. im a fun and interesting person why doesnt anyone want to talk to me.. all i want to do is have sex with my boyfriend
Myself is me,
someone who is incomplete yet perfectly so
Myself is my only true friend,
because I know how truly nuts I am.
Myself can take me anywhere at anytime,
Only I don’t make a very good sparring partner
Myself is someone who shows me what I want to see
and everything I don’t.
Myself also creates a perfect self image of myself
Yet, that image is only perfect to me.
I myself never fell for him he was one guy i liked for me. By Myself i never ventured it was always with friends. Cause i mean they were my wing men or emm wing women. Its always going to be me myself and i. I can never find someone for my self and it sucks cause thats it . I am always going to be alone.
When I am with you, I am more myself than I am with myself. You are sunshine. Your are nostalgia. You are you and I love you for shaping me, for making me me.
i am happy and sad and all things at once. i love to love and laugh but i cry often. i come closest to understanding myself during that shadowy time of night right before it gets dark, where everything is gray. it seems such silence is needed for me to hear.
the one i love..
the one i hate..
the one i thought that cared for me the most
and turned out that couldn’t pay the cost…
always there
but in a really strange way nowhere.
don’t you see?
that person is me!
my self is insecure. myself is all the flaws that a human being can have. myself is having a good time with friends or reading abook by the fire at home. myself is whatever you want it to be because it is you.
Myself is just me and no one else, although myself gets very lonely when just myself, occasionally it’s nice to pretend to be some one else, because if you are always myself things tend to get a bit repetitive. It can also be fulfilling to be with some one else?
Dysfunctional
Loves to sing
Loves music
Loves art
Loves Shadow
Screwed up
Insane
Me
Heart broken
Messed up
Crazy
Headache
Failure
Never will learn
In love with Seth Lawrence
Wants to fly
<3
Myself? What do I know about Myself? I couldn’t begin to describe it because it’s too long. Like a strand of DNA, Myself can not be as easily coded and unraveled by machine as can a strip of data used to display the even numbers between 10 and 20 in Microsoft Excel.
i love horses and music and music brings peace because you live entirely in the moment and i think i am very selfish and self absorbed. i can recognize when i am wrong, though. I try to appreciate everything and everyone for all they are worth. I want to become buhdist.
I think too little of myself. I sell myself short on so many things that it’s ridiculous. I probably won’t graduate because I lack the self-motivation to do the necessary work. But that’s my own fault.
you. me. myself. it’s not like looking in a mirror is that enlightening, yet people either avoid it like the plague, like a certain person next to me, or taqke every opportunity they can get to soak in their whole person via the reflective glass. you can’t see yourself there any more than you can anywhere else, vain passersby
why do I love myself? because I am so perfect. Not only am I handsome, a gorgeous shell, but there is so much more to me under my surface. I am absolutely in love with myself.
A person highly confused in a world that doesn’t make sense. I listenb to music and eat food and make food as a matter of fact. people love me and I love them but some more than others. It’s really confusing as I said before but who really cares. I care, but it’s all very difficult. I just wanna have fun.
hardest word in the world. i know i am suposed to talk about myself, but i am going to write about the word itself. it’s funny how much and how litle does it say about someone.
i am pretty, me, no one else. musical, artistic, fun. excitable, loves dogs.. favorite color? aqua blue
it’s difficult to define myself in concrete terms because i don’t see myself as something too concrete. i’m very complex but i also elude myself sometimes. i can’t see myself from a different perspective; i can’t feel myself change and i need to take external cues to register what exactly i have become.
i’m here, i’ve always been alone. there is still a long way to go in this race but i will make it to the end. i don’t need you, i can do this MYSELF!!!!
I am myself and you are you.
That is all I can say.
Cause If I’m not myself and you aren’t you?
Then who the hell are we today?
Do you know?
Cause I don’t.
And this feeling is strange.
i like writing about myself because there is an endless amount of things to write about such as how my life has gone so far, how its going right now and in addition to that how a plan for it to go in the future, good or bad. writing about one’s self is important in life because it lets you just let out the things that you have been keeping inside and don’t necessarily need to share them with anyone else. like a journal for example helps you express your inner feelings as well. my life recently has been going well in school as well as in my personal life including my long relationship i;m currently in.
I want to know myself. But then again, maybe I already do? Can it be true that others know me better than myself? I know that others can see right through the things I try to conceal sometimes. But nobody knows the depth with which i truly think.
I think myself is pretty much ok with me, and I is pretty much with myself. Sometimes I think myself is too selfish, but I is more the person that wants to go out. Me is more conservative. Funny things. I want to see myself out there, but I know I can’t do it, since I like to keep myself for me.
i am myself and i think thats good. i’m kindof annoying something weeeeee it’s fine though. wow, that green bar is going FAST! someone is calling me…better pick that up..I want to watch fired up. The line is turning orange!!! Now red! I don’t think i’ve got time!!!!
annoying sad and depressed. disappointed. crying. weird. hateful. dumb. boring. indecisive. angry and sad. tearful. crying.
I am just me. never had the guts to define myself.
when i think about myself, try to think positive. i try to imagine the strong confident woman i am- i’ve never waken shit from anyone, i’ve always been about me, and i consider myself pretty intelligent- however, my inner pessimist always takes me back to the lazy, underachieving, happy-to-be-nothing loser that i am. myself.
growth. i am growing into myself, and its not something fully identifiable yet, but i am so happy with where i am now. i know where i need to be, and how i want to get there. happiness, friends, love, real, thats hat myself is. a journey. :)
Is an enigma to even me. I have almost no idea what this mind creates or what it’s purpose could possibly be. I hope it is to help people because this goddamn conscience gets in the way all of the time
As I write this I feel a pulling on my left side, between my breast and armpit, just a small discomfort that I experience now and then. If I pull back my sweater to rub it I see that I have a few small bumps where my sweater rubbed my skin and a hollowness between my shoulder and collarbone.
i am a very nice person who tends to get irritated easily sometimes. i love animals but not snakes cause they scare me. i wish i was a vampire and i really really love the taste of blood i may be weird but thats just me.
I seek to be understood, doesn’t everyone. Love, care and understanding. That, my friends, is what life is all about. So love life, because life is for loving.
They say the front piece of hair around your face is Boardwalk and Park Place. That’s what they say. They say when you fuss with it, when you see an unexpected you in the reflection, you’re changed. How can one “myself”contain so many? Who can we become?
Deep within myself is a kernel of truth, guarded by a gibbbering gnome of scant repute, seated upon a toadstool, smoking a small, briar pipe: he’s a happy camper!
Although some people see me as a very laid back person I assure you I am not. I have a shell that I hide behind and it is a complete fabrication of who I truly am. I hope that later on I will be able to show my true colors, but only time will tell.
i’m bored out of my mind i wish i could just go home and lay down .. im a fun and interesting person why doesnt anyone want to talk to me.. all i want to do is have sex with my boyfriend
i am not a fantastic person. i am simply an educated female, hell bent on creating something awesome with the fragment of time called my life.
Myself is me,
someone who is incomplete yet perfectly so
Myself is my only true friend,
because I know how truly nuts I am.
Myself can take me anywhere at anytime,
Only I don’t make a very good sparring partner
Myself is someone who shows me what I want to see
and everything I don’t.
Myself also creates a perfect self image of myself
Yet, that image is only perfect to me.
I myself never fell for him he was one guy i liked for me. By Myself i never ventured it was always with friends. Cause i mean they were my wing men or emm wing women. Its always going to be me myself and i. I can never find someone for my self and it sucks cause thats it . I am always going to be alone.
When I am with you, I am more myself than I am with myself. You are sunshine. Your are nostalgia. You are you and I love you for shaping me, for making me me.
….unexpact
happy, allegra, apple, pear, sunshine, mountain, coffee, love, wigglw worm, bones, alive that’s it