I am nothing. I am large but I am small, I do not understand my physiology and feel it would be a waste to. I want to follow my dreams, but they too are unknown.
Myself is not myself because myself is a figment of my own reality
sophia
I sing a song of myself
myself and my facebook page
myself and my sorority avatar
my blog page
my profile pictures
the endless mirroring of me on me
the endless sucking of all my time
into construction the perfect self
I want to leave this shell behind and coast down a highway of simple spirit
want to put down the camera, the mirror, the makeup and simply be.
not myself.
Jennifer
myself
cassie
I love myself, that’s not egocentric but I’m just really happy with the way I am. I know other people love me too, and that makes me feel good. things are good with me, myself, and I…we have a really good relationship. Myself is something I might think a little too much about. But I think I would rather think too much about myself and force myself to think
Alyssa Green
Really though, who am i?
I don’t even know. How can i judge other people when i can’t even define myself? I like to think that I am a free spirit. Wandering this world to find my niche :]
Jessica Jasztal
Of course I’m obsessed with myself – what else is there to be obsessed with? Certainly not a woman. I’ve been down that road, and it’s honestly nothing but trouble. Really big trouble. So I’ll go ahead and be obsessed with me, because who would be a better person to be obsessed with? Certainly not someone else.
Glenn Winfrey
I hate myself. I hate myself more than I’ve ever hated anyone or anything in my entire life.
Nothing makes sense; it’s all a nightmare. As I stare at myself in the mirror right now, I want to claw my eyes out and destroy my face beyond recognition.
I wonder if anyone would notice the difference.
sb
myself they say to love myself I do so just get off my back already i love myself and all the good and all the bad so get off my back ok thank you worry about
J.C Hunt
I am one of those people who is often emotional, in the sense of trying to please everyone. I want everyone to be happy, even if that means I might have to sacrifice my own happiness. I often take the blame to help out friends, family, or my boyfriend. I am not afraid to cry in front of anyone I trust.
Kebba
Constantly thinking, second guessing, starting over. Unable to make a final decision. Unworthy, hopeless and sadly unmotivated. I still may have hope.
gab
myself snehasish banrjee is a cool and simple guy.everybody thinks “myself is cool” and I am no exception.Is there anybody in this world who wou
argha
i am wonderful. i try to be the best person i can every single day. my slef is entertwinde with everything. sometimes i wonder if my self is intertwined in nothing. myslef is consisted of all my experiences. my self is a concept. my self is a life. my self is mine only. my self revolves around love aroudn the world around happiness.
jan
i am a very hyper person. i love ryan and cody, they make me happy. i like the colour blue and i love cats.. this is a very long 60 seconds.. blah blah blah i love you. tralalalalala tralalalala hehe my phone just rang. lemme check the text. bye bye my dear.
rebecca
I looked into the mirror. My arms and face were covered with blood. I wasn’t sure what I’d done, or how I’d done it, but I knew I had. The mutilated body on the floor was evidence of that. And as I looked into the mirror, I didn’t know if I could live with myself for it.
Doug McIntire
Self-loathing, an inconsequential being following predetermined, multi-layered spatial existences. Nothing. Futile.
Johanna
I am a small person. I want to feel big. I am embarrased by myself. But I also feel proud. sometimes, I think that I am bigger than I really am.
kelly
i sing myself, i remember walt whitman said, singing himself all those years ago before himself became grass and his song just sat on paper, lazy notes in verse.
lindsay
i am the sum plus ξ.
milliski
i can’t trust myself
i can’t believe myself
i can’t depend on myself
but
i love
my time
alone
so much.
i need others
to support and help me,
but i need my own help the very most
nobody knows me better than i do.
i have parts of myself hidden from everyone out there, no one will ever see
megg
I said to myself, “You nerd! How could you forget that today is Spock’s birthday?” So, I then gave myself the Vulcan nerve pinch and then collapse…
vladdytrout
I’m a complicated person I guess. I’m happy one day and sad the next. Nothing I loved seems to matter anymore.
Phoebe
I am so stressed right now my life is crazy… it is horrable that I think about myself when I see myself…not really. It seems odd though, I have a lot of fun with this. But that timer is really scary.
Micah
i am me. nobody else. myself- try to leave without me. you can’t – i can’t. nobody can. its me, its my opinions, its the way i present myself. i’m not bothered if you have a problem,thats why i’m my own self, and you’re your own self.
Hannah
myself is not who I have been this past half a year. I feel fat. If I loose the baby weight maybe I will feel sexy again.
Lea Venia
I do not know who I am. I think I do, but I still do not. Everyone tells me different things about myself. My mom says I love science. Jenny tells me I should definitely be an English major. Stewart thinks music is just what I am all about. Everyone has different opinions but nothing seems to fit. who am I? I do not know. I wish I did. I need a major.
Julie
hi.. oh i dont know what do write hmmmm wow ahhhh the green bar is moving fast! now its yellow!!!!! now its red!!!!!!!!! oh oh oh oh oh oh noo……. goodnesss gracious…….. ahhhhhhhhhhh its really red. not its stopped oh im suppose to stop? ohkey.
Carrie
skirts. they can be flowey or pinstraight, they can be long or short, and flowery or pokadotted. You can wear them in the summer, spring, fall and winter. Only girls can wear them but if boys want to then they wear kilts. They allow freedom and you can swish yourself around making it flow and you can feel the freeness!
Heather
me myself and i
always looking to find what’s hidden
oatmeal and cinnamon
books and blankets next to a window and pouring rain
peace
Kelsey
i myself am a student, a reader, and a writer. Myself is sort of a narcissistic word, and very selfish, because it is only talking about yourself. There is no description involved, but it usually follows. It is confusing if you don’t know who the author is
Claire
I am beautiful and flawed. I am needy and self- righteous. I am independent but scared. I want everything but I need nothing. I need you. THis is true about myself. I need someone else. Or at least I think I do. I am ever
Kelli
Myself, I want to leave, I am so frustrated and there is no clear reason, clarity…obscure and why? There is no cause, direction…unsure. Rummaging through past turmoils in hopes of that pathetic excitement, yes you’re here, You, I know you. I’m so glad you’re here. Myself.
e.dawn
I spend a lot of time being confused in general. I think in circles. i don’t consider myself to be an entirely good person, especially when it comes to other people. I doubt myself very much but at the same time think I am quite amazing. I disgust and amaze myself.
Irin
I’m so caught up with myself that I can hardly focus my thoughts enough to write anything worthwhile. Complete strangers will read this on the Internet, and dammit, that gives me stage fright. It’s awful. Myself sucks.
Alisha
i think of myself as a loner, but my friends would beg to differ. i’m just private, i suppose. i crave attention and solitude in equal amounts. perhaps i’ll change, though. i mean, i’m only fifteen years old.
drea
myself: myself is a descriptive word used to describe ones self, and therefore describes the person using the word. This is therefore self-descriptive, and describes nobody other than the user, unless of course the user is quoting someone else’s use of the word.
Shane Whitaker
i am a wreck.
everyday i start out as a blank canvas and i somehow fill it with meaningless mess at the end of the hours of life.
but i have wonderful people. and a wonderful God.
and that is who i truly am.
they are me.
Mackenzie
Who am I? that is a question that I think I struggle with everyday. What defines a person? their interests? or their personality? I would like to think the latter. I do not want to be labeled by what I like or what I am on the outside. I want to labeled by my motivations and reasoning– my inner drive and personality.
Genie
Well, you see, the thing is, i usually don’t consider the topic of myself to be all that interesting. However, in this case, there are definitely some extenuating circumstances.
James Frichner
i’m not all that interesting
but i’ve got these awkward quips that make me a little ahead of the game.
the alcoholic in me likes to punch holes in walls
but then also hate bums on the streets
i’d like to be like a German enigma machine.
empirekid
i think about myself and for some reason my head feels empty. its like i am watching someone, living out a script , but i dont know further than the next line r stage direction.Its bizarre. what does it mean. is it my soul watching my body ? can it be freed from a physical being??
I am nothing. I am large but I am small, I do not understand my physiology and feel it would be a waste to. I want to follow my dreams, but they too are unknown.
Myself is not myself because myself is a figment of my own reality
I sing a song of myself
myself and my facebook page
myself and my sorority avatar
my blog page
my profile pictures
the endless mirroring of me on me
the endless sucking of all my time
into construction the perfect self
I want to leave this shell behind and coast down a highway of simple spirit
want to put down the camera, the mirror, the makeup and simply be.
not myself.
myself
I love myself, that’s not egocentric but I’m just really happy with the way I am. I know other people love me too, and that makes me feel good. things are good with me, myself, and I…we have a really good relationship. Myself is something I might think a little too much about. But I think I would rather think too much about myself and force myself to think
Really though, who am i?
I don’t even know. How can i judge other people when i can’t even define myself? I like to think that I am a free spirit. Wandering this world to find my niche :]
Of course I’m obsessed with myself – what else is there to be obsessed with? Certainly not a woman. I’ve been down that road, and it’s honestly nothing but trouble. Really big trouble. So I’ll go ahead and be obsessed with me, because who would be a better person to be obsessed with? Certainly not someone else.
I hate myself. I hate myself more than I’ve ever hated anyone or anything in my entire life.
Nothing makes sense; it’s all a nightmare. As I stare at myself in the mirror right now, I want to claw my eyes out and destroy my face beyond recognition.
I wonder if anyone would notice the difference.
myself they say to love myself I do so just get off my back already i love myself and all the good and all the bad so get off my back ok thank you worry about
I am one of those people who is often emotional, in the sense of trying to please everyone. I want everyone to be happy, even if that means I might have to sacrifice my own happiness. I often take the blame to help out friends, family, or my boyfriend. I am not afraid to cry in front of anyone I trust.
Constantly thinking, second guessing, starting over. Unable to make a final decision. Unworthy, hopeless and sadly unmotivated. I still may have hope.
myself snehasish banrjee is a cool and simple guy.everybody thinks “myself is cool” and I am no exception.Is there anybody in this world who wou
i am wonderful. i try to be the best person i can every single day. my slef is entertwinde with everything. sometimes i wonder if my self is intertwined in nothing. myslef is consisted of all my experiences. my self is a concept. my self is a life. my self is mine only. my self revolves around love aroudn the world around happiness.
i am a very hyper person. i love ryan and cody, they make me happy. i like the colour blue and i love cats.. this is a very long 60 seconds.. blah blah blah i love you. tralalalalala tralalalala hehe my phone just rang. lemme check the text. bye bye my dear.
I looked into the mirror. My arms and face were covered with blood. I wasn’t sure what I’d done, or how I’d done it, but I knew I had. The mutilated body on the floor was evidence of that. And as I looked into the mirror, I didn’t know if I could live with myself for it.
Self-loathing, an inconsequential being following predetermined, multi-layered spatial existences. Nothing. Futile.
I am a small person. I want to feel big. I am embarrased by myself. But I also feel proud. sometimes, I think that I am bigger than I really am.
i sing myself, i remember walt whitman said, singing himself all those years ago before himself became grass and his song just sat on paper, lazy notes in verse.
i am the sum plus ξ.
i can’t trust myself
i can’t believe myself
i can’t depend on myself
but
i love
my time
alone
so much.
i need others
to support and help me,
but i need my own help the very most
nobody knows me better than i do.
i have parts of myself hidden from everyone out there, no one will ever see
I said to myself, “You nerd! How could you forget that today is Spock’s birthday?” So, I then gave myself the Vulcan nerve pinch and then collapse…
I’m a complicated person I guess. I’m happy one day and sad the next. Nothing I loved seems to matter anymore.
I am so stressed right now my life is crazy… it is horrable that I think about myself when I see myself…not really. It seems odd though, I have a lot of fun with this. But that timer is really scary.
i am me. nobody else. myself- try to leave without me. you can’t – i can’t. nobody can. its me, its my opinions, its the way i present myself. i’m not bothered if you have a problem,thats why i’m my own self, and you’re your own self.
myself is not who I have been this past half a year. I feel fat. If I loose the baby weight maybe I will feel sexy again.
I do not know who I am. I think I do, but I still do not. Everyone tells me different things about myself. My mom says I love science. Jenny tells me I should definitely be an English major. Stewart thinks music is just what I am all about. Everyone has different opinions but nothing seems to fit. who am I? I do not know. I wish I did. I need a major.
hi.. oh i dont know what do write hmmmm wow ahhhh the green bar is moving fast! now its yellow!!!!! now its red!!!!!!!!! oh oh oh oh oh oh noo……. goodnesss gracious…….. ahhhhhhhhhhh its really red. not its stopped oh im suppose to stop? ohkey.
skirts. they can be flowey or pinstraight, they can be long or short, and flowery or pokadotted. You can wear them in the summer, spring, fall and winter. Only girls can wear them but if boys want to then they wear kilts. They allow freedom and you can swish yourself around making it flow and you can feel the freeness!
me myself and i
always looking to find what’s hidden
oatmeal and cinnamon
books and blankets next to a window and pouring rain
peace
i myself am a student, a reader, and a writer. Myself is sort of a narcissistic word, and very selfish, because it is only talking about yourself. There is no description involved, but it usually follows. It is confusing if you don’t know who the author is
I am beautiful and flawed. I am needy and self- righteous. I am independent but scared. I want everything but I need nothing. I need you. THis is true about myself. I need someone else. Or at least I think I do. I am ever
Myself, I want to leave, I am so frustrated and there is no clear reason, clarity…obscure and why? There is no cause, direction…unsure. Rummaging through past turmoils in hopes of that pathetic excitement, yes you’re here, You, I know you. I’m so glad you’re here. Myself.
I spend a lot of time being confused in general. I think in circles. i don’t consider myself to be an entirely good person, especially when it comes to other people. I doubt myself very much but at the same time think I am quite amazing. I disgust and amaze myself.
I’m so caught up with myself that I can hardly focus my thoughts enough to write anything worthwhile. Complete strangers will read this on the Internet, and dammit, that gives me stage fright. It’s awful. Myself sucks.
i think of myself as a loner, but my friends would beg to differ. i’m just private, i suppose. i crave attention and solitude in equal amounts. perhaps i’ll change, though. i mean, i’m only fifteen years old.
myself: myself is a descriptive word used to describe ones self, and therefore describes the person using the word. This is therefore self-descriptive, and describes nobody other than the user, unless of course the user is quoting someone else’s use of the word.
i am a wreck.
everyday i start out as a blank canvas and i somehow fill it with meaningless mess at the end of the hours of life.
but i have wonderful people. and a wonderful God.
and that is who i truly am.
they are me.
Who am I? that is a question that I think I struggle with everyday. What defines a person? their interests? or their personality? I would like to think the latter. I do not want to be labeled by what I like or what I am on the outside. I want to labeled by my motivations and reasoning– my inner drive and personality.
Well, you see, the thing is, i usually don’t consider the topic of myself to be all that interesting. However, in this case, there are definitely some extenuating circumstances.
i’m not all that interesting
but i’ve got these awkward quips that make me a little ahead of the game.
the alcoholic in me likes to punch holes in walls
but then also hate bums on the streets
i’d like to be like a German enigma machine.
i think about myself and for some reason my head feels empty. its like i am watching someone, living out a script , but i dont know further than the next line r stage direction.Its bizarre. what does it mean. is it my soul watching my body ? can it be freed from a physical being??