ME, I just want to be selfish.
My Importance
There are so many points in time I feel as though you need, you need me not. You’re like a coin flipping in the air forever. Maybe one day when you, the coin, dropped down to Mother Earth, I can then tell if it is either heads or tails. But I cannot be waiting for that day forever to know the decision you made. Harsh fact. Then again, it is all about probability. Not anyone's choice.
My Work
I understand that things are different now that we're working. I cannot expect the same freedom from studying. But could things change so much? You meant overnight (July 3rd midnight), dreams and nightmares past, ding and dong of the clock, things had changed? Indeed, working's no fun. No one told me to love it, but just do it.
Myself
Hate the image in the mirror. Fat, pudgy, ugly and all opposites of a beauty. Hate the reflection in the puddles of rainfall. Dreary, wet, cold and all of bad weather make me a grouchy auditor. I just want to be someone. Someone who can give and get. It's all about karma. Give love, get love. Give hatred, get hatred. Give me shit? I will get you shit.
Mind you
This has no bearing on anyone. No one. Just the narcissist me.
There are so many points in time I feel as though you need, you need me not. You’re like a coin flipping in the air forever. Maybe one day when you, the coin, dropped down to Mother Earth, I can then tell if it is either heads or tails. But I cannot be waiting for that day forever to know the decision you made. Harsh fact. Then again, it is all about probability. Not anyone's choice.
My Work
I understand that things are different now that we're working. I cannot expect the same freedom from studying. But could things change so much? You meant overnight (July 3rd midnight), dreams and nightmares past, ding and dong of the clock, things had changed? Indeed, working's no fun. No one told me to love it, but just do it.
Myself
Hate the image in the mirror. Fat, pudgy, ugly and all opposites of a beauty. Hate the reflection in the puddles of rainfall. Dreary, wet, cold and all of bad weather make me a grouchy auditor. I just want to be someone. Someone who can give and get. It's all about karma. Give love, get love. Give hatred, get hatred. Give me shit? I will get you shit.
Mind you
This has no bearing on anyone. No one. Just the narcissist me.
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