I am who I am and no one else. When I think of myself, I think of a warrior who is fighting a losing battle against time. the only glory in this battle are the things that i accomplish during. i fight for others, not myself
I am Lauren, I don’t always like myself. Though that’s probably ’cause I’m a teenager, we’re meant to be self-conscious right?
I’m not that bad really though, I can be fairly annoying and I’m obsessed with too many things.
I’m not very good at time-management.
I’m not interesting. My life is, but I’m not, and I most likely never ever will be. Being boring is much easier than being interesting, as having an interesting life is much harder than having a boring one. Goodbye.
I like myself for who I really am, even if other people don’t. It’s taken me a long time to be the kind of person I can be happy being. I wouldn’t change who I am for anyone.
I thought only of myself as she held me, began rubbing my back, her hand trailing slowly down toward my hips and beyond. I mimicked her behaviour, stopping for a gentle squeeze of her soft beautiful ass…..
I’m all things and nothing. I am a projection and I am essence. I sense myself and I lose myself in the gutters. I wonder if myself is himself or herself or yourself. I want myself in song and in words.
alisa nye. i am very extrensic. i like school a lot. i think about college too much. i like stumble upon. i dontl like dogs that much. i hate brussle sprouts.
Always lost in thought wondering what is the dream and what is not. Finally seeing the beauty around me and realizing what I’ve lost by not seeing, by not feeling. It is not a loss just is. Hard and soft always looking for my heart to be found and wanted
I’m a student. I work part-time in a pub. I drink to much coffee and smoke to much. I read less than I would like to. Instead I waste my time in front of the computer.
myself? i am no one. who are you? where do you live? what do you believe in? how do you define yourself? how can you ask me about myself if you have no definition for your own life. If it truly matters i am a dreamer, a writer a schemer! i believe in people in love in thoughts but no god.
i was born to be an actress although i rarely finish what i start….i like to think of myself as someone who cares deeply about the world and would like to be recognized as someone who gives to needy people and the innocence of children and animals
Sometimes all I can talk about is myself. It’s terrible. Someone sees me and asks how I am. I plow right through the formality of “Fine. How are you?” and filibuster about everything that’s going on in my life. How did I get like this?
It’s easy to talk about myself. What I want to say about the subject is probably a little harder to consider. I don’t care much for the subject, so it makes it more difficult for a reader to care about it too. Here’s a honest truth, if I can speak it for a moment: the one known as myself is a liar.
I cannot describe myself
My mother does it for me
My sister does it so I can’t
My father holds my glory
My boyfriend says I am his
Myself is not a story
im complicated yet simple. kind, yet human. its hard to describe. im jessie robertson. there will never be anyone else like me. thats the only thing everyone can hold true to themselves. they are all unique. its OUR human quality.
Don’t know what self I possess. Tall, black glasses, goignto Japan for 3 months, want to mainly visit temple. Not sure how I’ll find the nights, but the days I know will be incredible. Keep moving. Hope I can do it all and get enough money. Can’t even filter in meeting people, sure it’ll happen though.
stupid, lonely, not loyal to myself, constantly making mistakes, outgoing, loyal to others, constantly helping, constantly trying with YOU, not good at math, tall, chubby, self conscious, narcoleptic, worried,
black white yellow. we are all so different. who i am doesnt matter to you. or the next person. it only matters to those who know me well enough to care. religion, government – all separated, yet all so alike. get used to it. its just how it is
I don’t know myself. I’m a guy who does things that are surprising to even me. I’m often conflicted, trying to decide between doing the right thing and doing things to help myself go further in life. Most of the time, I do the right thing. But it often seems to be the wrong thing for me.
I really do like myself, possibly more than anything in the entire world. Why you ask? Cause I deserve to. After all the shit I’ve had to deal with, all the self deprecation it brought about, I am now in the clear and can finally love myself.
me myslef and i. that who i am. im not perfect, im not a princess, im not your toy. i never will be. and if you cant handle that, screw you. love me, hate me. i dont fucking care but dont try and change me.
me, myself, and i. why has our culture become this vapid, self-fullfilling wasteland? what happened to caring about your neighbors? what happened to the friendly wave on the street? what happened to lending a hand when the old lady needs help across the street?
i am weird. i feel useless sometimes. i wonder if i can really find someone to love. i was watching the real world today and awkward andrew scored a girl. and they are sooo sweet together. that gives me hope weirdly enough. i’m making changes to myself. its time to “teach people how to treat me”. thanks dr. phil.
i thnk about a lot of things i like to run i love my friends, my hair is dark, a lot of piercings i cherish education i’m trying to write a paper i love ice cream too much and NSYNC
I feel like I’m just the person that sitting here. All the time, with rubber bands on my wrists and black socks with grass covering them. Like when I feel myself, I feel others, or like when others feel me, I feel myself. I like to be touched, I would like for me to touch.
Cold
Blank expressions
Down the facial
Path of darkness
Into the abyss
Of a bleeding soul
Blanketing the ground
Covered in snow
Standing alone in the
White cotton fluffs
Tufts of white
Covering eyelashes
Inside my heart
Is frozen as the
Ground
That I stand upon
ugly, fat stupid incompetent irresponsible unattractive I never finish any project ever and I always procrastinate. I hate my body and I am going to fail out of college and in life. I can’t stand my face and my skin especially.
i used to be a huge pile of debris in a beautiful forst; just depressing. i allowed everything to bring me down, but one day i woke up. i shook out all of what was slowing me down, i saw the sunshine. and i came to see that all is beautiful.
I am loyal. I have a boyfriend who i think i love, but sometimes i have a little doubt, I don’t like a lot of attention, but at the same time when i dont get it i am mildly upset. softball is one of my favorite things in the world. so is drawing and painting. im worried that i won’t be happy with my career choice even tho it seems virtually perfect for me. I am so awkward.
I am a kind compassionate fellow. I’m unlike most guys in a sense I’m not sex drive, but more love driven. The meaning of life to me is to help people. I would like a better understanding of religion.
i am one super amzing person i am honest and nice and will always be there i love my bf brandon engh and i am curently giving pictures to his mother but his mother is an nice person so will see if see likes this or not but me i have a mom and dad and my parents fight and they make me mad as hell and i have a
I’m pretty unique I would say
it’s kinda strange how I would never really be able to really describe myself in these boxes. I find them really weird.
I really wish I could be a better person…
I am who I am and no one else. When I think of myself, I think of a warrior who is fighting a losing battle against time. the only glory in this battle are the things that i accomplish during. i fight for others, not myself
I am Lauren, I don’t always like myself. Though that’s probably ’cause I’m a teenager, we’re meant to be self-conscious right?
I’m not that bad really though, I can be fairly annoying and I’m obsessed with too many things.
I’m not very good at time-management.
I’m not interesting. My life is, but I’m not, and I most likely never ever will be. Being boring is much easier than being interesting, as having an interesting life is much harder than having a boring one. Goodbye.
I like myself for who I really am, even if other people don’t. It’s taken me a long time to be the kind of person I can be happy being. I wouldn’t change who I am for anyone.
Myself, I … nevermind.
I thought only of myself as she held me, began rubbing my back, her hand trailing slowly down toward my hips and beyond. I mimicked her behaviour, stopping for a gentle squeeze of her soft beautiful ass…..
I’m all things and nothing. I am a projection and I am essence. I sense myself and I lose myself in the gutters. I wonder if myself is himself or herself or yourself. I want myself in song and in words.
alisa nye. i am very extrensic. i like school a lot. i think about college too much. i like stumble upon. i dontl like dogs that much. i hate brussle sprouts.
Always lost in thought wondering what is the dream and what is not. Finally seeing the beauty around me and realizing what I’ve lost by not seeing, by not feeling. It is not a loss just is. Hard and soft always looking for my heart to be found and wanted
I’m a student. I work part-time in a pub. I drink to much coffee and smoke to much. I read less than I would like to. Instead I waste my time in front of the computer.
myself? i am no one. who are you? where do you live? what do you believe in? how do you define yourself? how can you ask me about myself if you have no definition for your own life. If it truly matters i am a dreamer, a writer a schemer! i believe in people in love in thoughts but no god.
i was born to be an actress although i rarely finish what i start….i like to think of myself as someone who cares deeply about the world and would like to be recognized as someone who gives to needy people and the innocence of children and animals
Sometimes all I can talk about is myself. It’s terrible. Someone sees me and asks how I am. I plow right through the formality of “Fine. How are you?” and filibuster about everything that’s going on in my life. How did I get like this?
myself lost in the deep blue lagoon, will I find myself again?
It’s easy to talk about myself. What I want to say about the subject is probably a little harder to consider. I don’t care much for the subject, so it makes it more difficult for a reader to care about it too. Here’s a honest truth, if I can speak it for a moment: the one known as myself is a liar.
I cannot describe myself
My mother does it for me
My sister does it so I can’t
My father holds my glory
My boyfriend says I am his
Myself is not a story
im complicated yet simple. kind, yet human. its hard to describe. im jessie robertson. there will never be anyone else like me. thats the only thing everyone can hold true to themselves. they are all unique. its OUR human quality.
Don’t know what self I possess. Tall, black glasses, goignto Japan for 3 months, want to mainly visit temple. Not sure how I’ll find the nights, but the days I know will be incredible. Keep moving. Hope I can do it all and get enough money. Can’t even filter in meeting people, sure it’ll happen though.
stupid, lonely, not loyal to myself, constantly making mistakes, outgoing, loyal to others, constantly helping, constantly trying with YOU, not good at math, tall, chubby, self conscious, narcoleptic, worried,
black white yellow. we are all so different. who i am doesnt matter to you. or the next person. it only matters to those who know me well enough to care. religion, government – all separated, yet all so alike. get used to it. its just how it is
I don’t know myself. I’m a guy who does things that are surprising to even me. I’m often conflicted, trying to decide between doing the right thing and doing things to help myself go further in life. Most of the time, I do the right thing. But it often seems to be the wrong thing for me.
I really do like myself, possibly more than anything in the entire world. Why you ask? Cause I deserve to. After all the shit I’ve had to deal with, all the self deprecation it brought about, I am now in the clear and can finally love myself.
good bad fat
hate love sex smile could lover of love
nobody no baby love man hate men love books hate reading
me myslef and i. that who i am. im not perfect, im not a princess, im not your toy. i never will be. and if you cant handle that, screw you. love me, hate me. i dont fucking care but dont try and change me.
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me, myself, and i. why has our culture become this vapid, self-fullfilling wasteland? what happened to caring about your neighbors? what happened to the friendly wave on the street? what happened to lending a hand when the old lady needs help across the street?
And maybe I’m not all bad.
Intimate, soft, honey, cinnamon.
And maybe I’m the worse
Lazy, emotional,anxious, jealous.
But who is to say?
I am to say
This is how it’s always been
pink feathers floating down a lazy blue river.
i am weird. i feel useless sometimes. i wonder if i can really find someone to love. i was watching the real world today and awkward andrew scored a girl. and they are sooo sweet together. that gives me hope weirdly enough. i’m making changes to myself. its time to “teach people how to treat me”. thanks dr. phil.
i thnk about a lot of things i like to run i love my friends, my hair is dark, a lot of piercings i cherish education i’m trying to write a paper i love ice cream too much and NSYNC
my conscious is screaming at my reflection,
but all i see are the shattered pieces.
I feel like I’m just the person that sitting here. All the time, with rubber bands on my wrists and black socks with grass covering them. Like when I feel myself, I feel others, or like when others feel me, I feel myself. I like to be touched, I would like for me to touch.
Cold
Blank expressions
Down the facial
Path of darkness
Into the abyss
Of a bleeding soul
Blanketing the ground
Covered in snow
Standing alone in the
White cotton fluffs
Tufts of white
Covering eyelashes
Inside my heart
Is frozen as the
Ground
That I stand upon
Goodbye
ugly, fat stupid incompetent irresponsible unattractive I never finish any project ever and I always procrastinate. I hate my body and I am going to fail out of college and in life. I can’t stand my face and my skin especially.
hard to see.
no one can even see the real me.
I sit alone in the dead of night.
and from myself i write and write.
i used to be a huge pile of debris in a beautiful forst; just depressing. i allowed everything to bring me down, but one day i woke up. i shook out all of what was slowing me down, i saw the sunshine. and i came to see that all is beautiful.
I am loyal. I have a boyfriend who i think i love, but sometimes i have a little doubt, I don’t like a lot of attention, but at the same time when i dont get it i am mildly upset. softball is one of my favorite things in the world. so is drawing and painting. im worried that i won’t be happy with my career choice even tho it seems virtually perfect for me. I am so awkward.
I am a kind compassionate fellow. I’m unlike most guys in a sense I’m not sex drive, but more love driven. The meaning of life to me is to help people. I would like a better understanding of religion.
i am one super amzing person i am honest and nice and will always be there i love my bf brandon engh and i am curently giving pictures to his mother but his mother is an nice person so will see if see likes this or not but me i have a mom and dad and my parents fight and they make me mad as hell and i have a
I’m pretty unique I would say
it’s kinda strange how I would never really be able to really describe myself in these boxes. I find them really weird.
I really wish I could be a better person…