I try to look at myself, truly look at myself but it seems impossible. The harder I try the further I seem to fade into familiarity. Lines drawn in the sand as permanent as clouds on a windy day. Unable to cement myself into anything worth remembering.
j.
1myself = Making You Seem Evident Locating Face
Mirror
Itsumo Haiku Kakimashoo! HA-HA! Mai tsuki!
To define MYSELF
To You? What would be the point?
To reveal riddles?
I’m unlike all else
Conformists, Non-conformists-
Remaining MYSELF
Crowded loneliness
Socializing, Networking
While being MYSELF
TheApotheosis??
Taihen Yoku, MIZU. Sore wa desu.
As for myself, mask is not me. I have shattered it.
Murasaki Kaze
The city lights lit up the ground as I floated 30000 feet above the ground. I never knew a city could illuminated the earth like a golden sunset, or the fullest orange moon in a soft, dark sunrise. The lights were brilliant.
Scythe42
Who am I, really? What am I really like? People change to fit in. So who am I really? I’ve been wearing this mask so long I don’t know who I am any longer. Has this mask become me?
Mizu
Fun Loud Latino Gay Proud Musician Loving Passionate Love dancing
Esteban
funn crazy happy excited weird
maria
You people that are ‘ridiculous’, ‘crazy’, and ‘self absorbed’ do not think. You can not love yourself because you have never analyzed yourself and therefore do not even know who you are. FYI Crazy does not come as automatic or appropriate for a College Student. Your a kid wasting a slot in college that should have gone to a serious student with real goals and intelligence. I’ll do more to better [myself] and this world than any of your kind. So, if anyone should be enamoured with oneself, it’d be me. ‘Great people are better than the rest of us and yet still unsatisfied, constantly improving themselves…’ I’ll leave you to find who that quote belongs to. If you have good enough research skill that is!
Innovate, Never Follow, unless your stupid, then follow someone smart.
I spend quite a bit of time by myself. Which is ok, I like me. One of my new favorite pastimes is my blog. In it I write, surprisingly, about myself.
Lizette
I am a person who is positive about every aspect of life. There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like to see the moonlight at night; I like to feel the music flowing on my face, I like to smell the wind coming from the ocean. I like to look at the clouds in the sky with a blank mind, I like to do thought experiment when I cannot sleep in the middle of the night. I like flowers in spring, rain in summer, leaves in autumn, and snow in winter. I like to sleep early, I like to get up late; I like to be alone, I like to be surrounded by people. I like country
Rukhsar
This desperate time in her life called for a mantra, however cliche. “Love myself” was all that came to mind, but the more she contemplated, the more fitting it seemed. “Love myself” she repeated over and over. The saying burned into her brain, she waltzed into the building on the corner of the same street that minutes before had felt like an avenue straight out of a nightmare. But she suddenly felt confident and ready. “Love myself.” Could that little saying have worked so suddenly?
mcar
i am a very hardworking person.i am more comfortable in working in a team to accomplish a task.
i respect my enemy too.
life is a journey that i believe and i am doing with it.
Somnath Das
Are you full of yourself? I am full of myself and I am okay with that. Better to be full of yourself than be full of anyone else. You can’t trust them. The others. I only trust myself. I am alone.
Lindsey Durbin
tired
trying
i’m currently very sick but i’m the one finishing cleaning the apartment because my roommate just can’t find it in himself
but i love him anyway because he will be taking care of me in a few short moments
i don’t give myself enough credit
i think too much about myself
i think the word ‘myself’ perfectly describes dave eggers and his novel ‘a heartbreaking work of staggering genius’
molly
I am Rukhsar.I am a very sweet girl.I am 10 years old.I have a big sister.I am very loving!
My mother’s name is Shamain and My father’s name is Faiz!I am the best!!
Rukhsar
me and I. the centers of the universe. the alpha and omega. all joy and all sorrow. sad to say and the way it is. true to or false to all.
PJD
Hi.I am Rukhsar.I am a very sweet girl.I am 10 years old!!I am soooooooo sweet like honey.I am in QMS School!!
Rukhsar
I like myself. I think myself is a cool and rad person. I’m a little bit crazy. I’m a bit too enthusaistic. Ok, maybe I’m a lot crazy. I’m a college student.
Ashton Martin
I am myself and no one else can see me buy myself…. I like myself and hope that I will one day find out who myself truely is! There are now two of us and I am done!
Lona
friendly , lovable , caring , honest ,with mood swings , love creative forms and music and dance.
Mary Ophelia Gasper
you have no idea how i feel about myself. honestly, i have no idea how i feel about myself. i think that everyone feels the same way, and if you dont, then you have discovered something amazing.
stephanie Urlass
I love myself. It’s ridiculous how much I do. Partially vanity, mostly statistics. I’m my own biggest fan. Most people chalk it up to psychological damage, ie, my father didn’t love me, and they may be right, but that doesn’t change anything. I’m self-absorbed and ridiculous about it, but I don’t care. I love myself.
Toby Brock!
Itsumo Haiku Kakimashoo! HA-HA! Mai tsuki!
To define MYSELF
To You? What would be the point?
To reveal riddles?
I’m unlike all else
Conformists, Non-conformists-
Remaining MYSELF
Crowded loneliness
Socializing, Networking
While being MYSELF
Shukrah, Arigatoo, Und Auf Wiedersehen Meus rafiki.
The-Apotheosis
my self. what i am and am not. the things i am not make me what i am. the things that i am make me who i am not. all i can do is be myself, but i don’t entirely know who that is. i’m going to find out sooner or later. with a little help, of course .
amanda lynn
Well, myself is me. Honey soaked brunette hair, fey brown eyes, with braids in my hair. A wild looking thing, like a forest nymph. I wish to roam the forests, now. And lure people with my beauty.
Paige
I am a good person who thinks bad things only when I am angry or if someone does something which upsets me quite a lot. Otherwise I am cool towards everyone around me.
Sanjiv
It is intriguing to know how wretched the life of another can be until you’ve licked clean the insides of entrails, bone, marrow, visceral mass of your own stomach, the beautiful electricity of autocannibalistic tendencies only surpassed by the love I have for myself.
Sarah
all I think about
Richelle
myself
ecotone
“Charming area,” I murmured, mostly to myself, as a fat grey rat scrambled out of the gutter and scampered across the pavement.
“Shh!” hissed Bellatrix with a sharp turn of the head towards me.
regulus black
When I think of myself.. I think of you. When I needed somewhere to run or someone to escape to it was you. I am not myself without you. Is she herself without you?
hideintheshadowsanddarkness
This is the most retarded word choice you could have done. I spend pages and pages of inefficiently made paper on myself. To write this I have only 60 seconds. I want to meditate on the indigenous California Beaver or Rodeo or Bullfighter or Penups.
Willson
I have no idea what I think of myself or if I will ever fully understand myself. It’s a daily journey, struggle, and learning experience. I don’t believe people who say that they can fully understand themselves.
Allison
I am sitting on the couch in underwear, a tank top and thick wooly socks and I am thinking that this thing–this self–is not something I am good at defining, so I will write about what I’m wearing instead.
betty wolfanger
me. I. a simple individual being. Life. that i live how i chose. because i am me. no one else. mmyself. <3
Jean
i am beautiful, sometimes. i feel like that’s fading. i’m not quite sure what’s waiting for me.
but i hope it’s something big. i am a mess. i am learning to love myself. i am learning that i can’t stay in one place too long. i am a blank canvas.
vines
this is the space where you put a description? i’m sorry, i’m not really good talking about myself, what can i say? internet addict, university student, frustrated with society, trying to find something to believe in, because religion didn’t work, and love still hasn’t appeared..
Ayr
I have no self. To have a self means to admit defeat. And defeat is never an option for someone like myself who of course it not myself. For self and My do not go together like a pig in a sty. My self on the other hand is a separate entity, like the other Calvin in the transmorgifier or ther duplicator. One or the other.
Jonus
I sometimes admit to myself that I’m in love, but only sometimes. The rest of the time, I’ll be sitting at my desk, flipping the light on and off. In the dark, I sit and still the rapid beating of my heart.
I try to look at myself, truly look at myself but it seems impossible. The harder I try the further I seem to fade into familiarity. Lines drawn in the sand as permanent as clouds on a windy day. Unable to cement myself into anything worth remembering.
1myself = Making You Seem Evident Locating Face
Itsumo Haiku Kakimashoo! HA-HA! Mai tsuki!
To define MYSELF
To You? What would be the point?
To reveal riddles?
I’m unlike all else
Conformists, Non-conformists-
Remaining MYSELF
Crowded loneliness
Socializing, Networking
While being MYSELF
Taihen Yoku, MIZU. Sore wa desu.
As for myself, mask is not me. I have shattered it.
The city lights lit up the ground as I floated 30000 feet above the ground. I never knew a city could illuminated the earth like a golden sunset, or the fullest orange moon in a soft, dark sunrise. The lights were brilliant.
Who am I, really? What am I really like? People change to fit in. So who am I really? I’ve been wearing this mask so long I don’t know who I am any longer. Has this mask become me?
Fun Loud Latino Gay Proud Musician Loving Passionate Love dancing
funn crazy happy excited weird
You people that are ‘ridiculous’, ‘crazy’, and ‘self absorbed’ do not think. You can not love yourself because you have never analyzed yourself and therefore do not even know who you are. FYI Crazy does not come as automatic or appropriate for a College Student. Your a kid wasting a slot in college that should have gone to a serious student with real goals and intelligence. I’ll do more to better [myself] and this world than any of your kind. So, if anyone should be enamoured with oneself, it’d be me. ‘Great people are better than the rest of us and yet still unsatisfied, constantly improving themselves…’ I’ll leave you to find who that quote belongs to. If you have good enough research skill that is!
I spend quite a bit of time by myself. Which is ok, I like me. One of my new favorite pastimes is my blog. In it I write, surprisingly, about myself.
I am a person who is positive about every aspect of life. There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like to see the moonlight at night; I like to feel the music flowing on my face, I like to smell the wind coming from the ocean. I like to look at the clouds in the sky with a blank mind, I like to do thought experiment when I cannot sleep in the middle of the night. I like flowers in spring, rain in summer, leaves in autumn, and snow in winter. I like to sleep early, I like to get up late; I like to be alone, I like to be surrounded by people. I like country
This desperate time in her life called for a mantra, however cliche. “Love myself” was all that came to mind, but the more she contemplated, the more fitting it seemed. “Love myself” she repeated over and over. The saying burned into her brain, she waltzed into the building on the corner of the same street that minutes before had felt like an avenue straight out of a nightmare. But she suddenly felt confident and ready. “Love myself.” Could that little saying have worked so suddenly?
i am a very hardworking person.i am more comfortable in working in a team to accomplish a task.
i respect my enemy too.
life is a journey that i believe and i am doing with it.
Are you full of yourself? I am full of myself and I am okay with that. Better to be full of yourself than be full of anyone else. You can’t trust them. The others. I only trust myself. I am alone.
tired
trying
i’m currently very sick but i’m the one finishing cleaning the apartment because my roommate just can’t find it in himself
but i love him anyway because he will be taking care of me in a few short moments
i don’t give myself enough credit
i think too much about myself
i think the word ‘myself’ perfectly describes dave eggers and his novel ‘a heartbreaking work of staggering genius’
I am Rukhsar.I am a very sweet girl.I am 10 years old.I have a big sister.I am very loving!
My mother’s name is Shamain and My father’s name is Faiz!I am the best!!
me and I. the centers of the universe. the alpha and omega. all joy and all sorrow. sad to say and the way it is. true to or false to all.
Hi.I am Rukhsar.I am a very sweet girl.I am 10 years old!!I am soooooooo sweet like honey.I am in QMS School!!
I like myself. I think myself is a cool and rad person. I’m a little bit crazy. I’m a bit too enthusaistic. Ok, maybe I’m a lot crazy. I’m a college student.
I am myself and no one else can see me buy myself…. I like myself and hope that I will one day find out who myself truely is! There are now two of us and I am done!
friendly , lovable , caring , honest ,with mood swings , love creative forms and music and dance.
you have no idea how i feel about myself. honestly, i have no idea how i feel about myself. i think that everyone feels the same way, and if you dont, then you have discovered something amazing.
I love myself. It’s ridiculous how much I do. Partially vanity, mostly statistics. I’m my own biggest fan. Most people chalk it up to psychological damage, ie, my father didn’t love me, and they may be right, but that doesn’t change anything. I’m self-absorbed and ridiculous about it, but I don’t care. I love myself.
Itsumo Haiku Kakimashoo! HA-HA! Mai tsuki!
To define MYSELF
To You? What would be the point?
To reveal riddles?
I’m unlike all else
Conformists, Non-conformists-
Remaining MYSELF
Crowded loneliness
Socializing, Networking
While being MYSELF
Shukrah, Arigatoo, Und Auf Wiedersehen Meus rafiki.
my self. what i am and am not. the things i am not make me what i am. the things that i am make me who i am not. all i can do is be myself, but i don’t entirely know who that is. i’m going to find out sooner or later. with a little help, of course .
Well, myself is me. Honey soaked brunette hair, fey brown eyes, with braids in my hair. A wild looking thing, like a forest nymph. I wish to roam the forests, now. And lure people with my beauty.
I am a good person who thinks bad things only when I am angry or if someone does something which upsets me quite a lot. Otherwise I am cool towards everyone around me.
It is intriguing to know how wretched the life of another can be until you’ve licked clean the insides of entrails, bone, marrow, visceral mass of your own stomach, the beautiful electricity of autocannibalistic tendencies only surpassed by the love I have for myself.
all I think about
myself
“Charming area,” I murmured, mostly to myself, as a fat grey rat scrambled out of the gutter and scampered across the pavement.
“Shh!” hissed Bellatrix with a sharp turn of the head towards me.
When I think of myself.. I think of you. When I needed somewhere to run or someone to escape to it was you. I am not myself without you. Is she herself without you?
This is the most retarded word choice you could have done. I spend pages and pages of inefficiently made paper on myself. To write this I have only 60 seconds. I want to meditate on the indigenous California Beaver or Rodeo or Bullfighter or Penups.
I have no idea what I think of myself or if I will ever fully understand myself. It’s a daily journey, struggle, and learning experience. I don’t believe people who say that they can fully understand themselves.
I am sitting on the couch in underwear, a tank top and thick wooly socks and I am thinking that this thing–this self–is not something I am good at defining, so I will write about what I’m wearing instead.
me. I. a simple individual being. Life. that i live how i chose. because i am me. no one else. mmyself. <3
i am beautiful, sometimes. i feel like that’s fading. i’m not quite sure what’s waiting for me.
but i hope it’s something big. i am a mess. i am learning to love myself. i am learning that i can’t stay in one place too long. i am a blank canvas.
this is the space where you put a description? i’m sorry, i’m not really good talking about myself, what can i say? internet addict, university student, frustrated with society, trying to find something to believe in, because religion didn’t work, and love still hasn’t appeared..
I have no self. To have a self means to admit defeat. And defeat is never an option for someone like myself who of course it not myself. For self and My do not go together like a pig in a sty. My self on the other hand is a separate entity, like the other Calvin in the transmorgifier or ther duplicator. One or the other.
I sometimes admit to myself that I’m in love, but only sometimes. The rest of the time, I’ll be sitting at my desk, flipping the light on and off. In the dark, I sit and still the rapid beating of my heart.