only I can help Wolfie. only i am the one who can do it, all by myself. he fell out of heaven for me, he is a fallen angel and what am i? i am only myself, and that is it. myself. i can’t help who i am, although who i am is who i am in love with… myself. i love myself llike Wolfie loves me.
Lexi
I am myself. That’s me. There’s not much more to it, I guess. In my GCSE english exam I had to write a description of myself. I read back on it afterwards (I got a B) and wanted to burn it. It was horrific. I’m nerdy and I embarrass myself often.
Jill
I hate myself. I dont like when people compliment myself. I am myself. No one else is myself. Myself is different than anyone else. You probably hate myself too. I am myself.
Cassie
I am a human, i am a girl, i have a vagina, i have boobs. i want kids, i am currently on vacation, i love my school. I dont really know how else i would describe myself, i love my friends with a fiery burning passion. I hope to keep going, and be okay with the real myself who i actually am.
ME
It sometimes annoys me a little: the way I think, the way I act, the way I speak. The egoism that covers and surrounds me all the time, showing me an ugly, evil monster reflected in the mirror.
A selfish monster.
A soulless monster.
Me.
jennysweetie
awesome
khagendra13
all by myself. thats how ive always been, by myself. You dont need other people to be happy, they just make you hurt. They say mean things and point and they laugh. No, its better to be by myself.
sinead
name
starshine
I am spun. A web of thoughts and disbelief. Unraveling mind. A house with no traps. Guests of litter flitter in and out of me. The winds of the world at my back and the stark bustle of the world reflected in my eyes. They do not see me but I’m still here.
Lord Cyril
Myself… Who is that exactly? Is ‘myself’ a person or just a word. Me is supposedly me. I is I. So myself is myself? What a confusing thing to call somebody… myself…
Why do we have to use that word?
Hayley
Me myself and my otherselves rolling exchanging writing playing running hiding seeking the truth or the lies behind my other self the one hiding and showing up when not expected what was he thinking?
victor
Control. I can’t control myself at all. The laughter when I look into her sweet little eyes. To think we’ve made something so beautiful.
Ashley
Again? Second time talking about myself. This time it will be better. Maybe I’ll get round to introducing myself. Sure hope so. Wee I’m Sean. Nice name, horrible word.
Sean
I am a wife, mother and women, I jugle life, school and work! I am smart, beautiful and loving.
Ashley
I have no idea. ‘Who am I?’ is such a cliche question of the twenty-something. I’m a cliche. It’s grand. Because it means I have a whole lot to learn. And learning is what everything is all about, whether you’re 22 or 82. I never want to stop learning. Ever.
Kirra
myself, I am jieun beth kim. an American -Korean.
This makes me confused. I love good weather and family
I hope to find the love of my life. Not just in a partner aspects, but the LOVE that will bring the best in my life
jieun beth kim
i love technological stuff, and gadgets, i also enjoy good food , and sleep is important too , i always it is never a wast to invest in good food , and sleep stuff and bed, I have to own the best stuff, if i cannot own the best stuff i just wont buy them unless i can offord it,
jim
me myself I all the words that start something finish many alone really not you selfish owning sad happy last first done gone buried byebye birdie
Lisa
He couldn’t understand it. The one person he needed to take care of most and it was impossible. Myself, he thought, i need to take care of myself was his inner monologue as he injected for the third time that day allowing the soothing heroin cure his rabid thoughts.
j
I wish I could be better. I wish I could be dangerous. I wish I could be the way i want to be, instead of a nervous worried teenager girl. I’m just happy I have good people in my life, even if they are rarely there. I love myself for always.
liz
i can’t help but separate ‘myself’ from the collective of humanity. i know in my heart that it isn’t what i want, but the effects of socialisation from a distinctly ‘individualist’ society are often much too strong for an individual to overcome.
jj
The hardest subject of all to write about. I am comfortable in my own self for the first time in my life, at 37 years of age. I live for me, and no longer feel the need for the approval of others to validate myself. I have finally found a peace in myself that I never had before. It’s liberating.
Kath
Well Myself is a word one always like to talk about. Synonym for I, i guess it should be seldom used. There are a lot beautiful things to talk about rather than go tam tam about one’s own self.
The beauty is life is to talk least about myself and appreciate everything else.
tejas bodas
I am myself. I don’t like it when I am not myself or feel that I am not being true to myself. Myself is my permanent home where my heart and soul reside.
Ashley
Dude, what the hell? Why do you I want to write about myself.
This is a total waste of time. No joke. True story, bro.
So, I’m this guy, who lives in this place, who went to this site, on this computer, on this internet connection, from this place, where I live.
No, no, no. Enough about me. Tell me about YOU.
Oh, you say you don’t want to?
Zack
me myself and I. oh through the days… we three merrily walk about wondering, whispering, whistling. there are tears, there are laughs, but at the end of the day there is love. there is always love.
domino
me myself and i, the clicked trio, ha i wrote clicked, indtead of cliched, maybe that’s more than chance, that we have multiple personalities on-line, for multiple friends, but facebook and linked in and myspace cause them all to collide
kieran
myself is a cracked and flawed mirror, an attracter, honey for the flies and poison for the rats. my self is something i don’t know, and i think someone else might like to.
i want to write a story about a girl who’s amazing, and beautiful, and unpretentious, and loved by everyone, but i don’t know where the words should come from any more, because i can’t see enough of her in my head to write her story.
i want to write about love and faith and wonder and higher powers and happiness.
i want to believe that if i knew i could not fail, i could do anything.
what would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?
from my rotting body flowers will grow, and i am in them and that is eternity.
claire
well, i guess i should start off by saying that anything you see is as sweet as you see it. try to manipulate your mind with some common sense, and you’ll be so far beyond the stars that any fake gods would be jealous of your position.
yeah
Peekaboo.
Katie (again)!
short sexy crazy well now how now brown cow and a megalomanic in tights and turn out the lights don’t still for a minute and you might miss the greatest show on earth that never was staged and will be on all night so listen up and drink from this cup
sam
Is this all there is? You should make it a word generator through which we can write about different topics back to back.
Katie (again)
I patted myself on the back, not literally but figuratively. Now I knew how to mix xhanj from the home world with oxygen of this world. I wasn’t expecting such a reaction from both chemicals.
Gouldin Lion
Everything in life has a seperate meaning. Love is the greatest of all. I need to be in his arms. I need to never be let go. I love hime and everything in life that has happiness. Live. Laugh. Love.
Jordan
I wouldn’t guess it myself if I hadn’t known you were Irish. I always thought you were Japanese, But, now that I know your last name is O’mura, I totally understand that your Irish ancestry came through your Dad.
Elizabeth Munroz
sometimes, i hate myself. i hate what’s hapenning to me right now. i want to change things but i dont know how. i want to cry, shout or scream.
maya
I myself am a curious person who likes to look at my insides and outsides with curiosity and not judgment. I am not perfect but allow myself the room to explore and at times judge and at times free myself of the pressure and just say…it’s all good!
Laura
there is something beyond myself, somewhere out there. It is more important than what I am. it’s made of a number of things that I will never see, never know, but it lives. it breathes. it has live as i have life.
LenaCS
A truly beautiful vibrational being on my way to find the true me. In the form of everything that I want to be.
Rebecca
im sitting in my room, i feel bad about my mum. my boyfriends downstairs. downstairs is boring
only I can help Wolfie. only i am the one who can do it, all by myself. he fell out of heaven for me, he is a fallen angel and what am i? i am only myself, and that is it. myself. i can’t help who i am, although who i am is who i am in love with… myself. i love myself llike Wolfie loves me.
I am myself. That’s me. There’s not much more to it, I guess. In my GCSE english exam I had to write a description of myself. I read back on it afterwards (I got a B) and wanted to burn it. It was horrific. I’m nerdy and I embarrass myself often.
I hate myself. I dont like when people compliment myself. I am myself. No one else is myself. Myself is different than anyone else. You probably hate myself too. I am myself.
I am a human, i am a girl, i have a vagina, i have boobs. i want kids, i am currently on vacation, i love my school. I dont really know how else i would describe myself, i love my friends with a fiery burning passion. I hope to keep going, and be okay with the real myself who i actually am.
It sometimes annoys me a little: the way I think, the way I act, the way I speak. The egoism that covers and surrounds me all the time, showing me an ugly, evil monster reflected in the mirror.
A selfish monster.
A soulless monster.
Me.
awesome
all by myself. thats how ive always been, by myself. You dont need other people to be happy, they just make you hurt. They say mean things and point and they laugh. No, its better to be by myself.
name
I am spun. A web of thoughts and disbelief. Unraveling mind. A house with no traps. Guests of litter flitter in and out of me. The winds of the world at my back and the stark bustle of the world reflected in my eyes. They do not see me but I’m still here.
Myself… Who is that exactly? Is ‘myself’ a person or just a word. Me is supposedly me. I is I. So myself is myself? What a confusing thing to call somebody… myself…
Why do we have to use that word?
Me myself and my otherselves rolling exchanging writing playing running hiding seeking the truth or the lies behind my other self the one hiding and showing up when not expected what was he thinking?
Control. I can’t control myself at all. The laughter when I look into her sweet little eyes. To think we’ve made something so beautiful.
Again? Second time talking about myself. This time it will be better. Maybe I’ll get round to introducing myself. Sure hope so. Wee I’m Sean. Nice name, horrible word.
I am a wife, mother and women, I jugle life, school and work! I am smart, beautiful and loving.
I have no idea. ‘Who am I?’ is such a cliche question of the twenty-something. I’m a cliche. It’s grand. Because it means I have a whole lot to learn. And learning is what everything is all about, whether you’re 22 or 82. I never want to stop learning. Ever.
myself, I am jieun beth kim. an American -Korean.
This makes me confused. I love good weather and family
I hope to find the love of my life. Not just in a partner aspects, but the LOVE that will bring the best in my life
i love technological stuff, and gadgets, i also enjoy good food , and sleep is important too , i always it is never a wast to invest in good food , and sleep stuff and bed, I have to own the best stuff, if i cannot own the best stuff i just wont buy them unless i can offord it,
me myself I all the words that start something finish many alone really not you selfish owning sad happy last first done gone buried byebye birdie
He couldn’t understand it. The one person he needed to take care of most and it was impossible. Myself, he thought, i need to take care of myself was his inner monologue as he injected for the third time that day allowing the soothing heroin cure his rabid thoughts.
I wish I could be better. I wish I could be dangerous. I wish I could be the way i want to be, instead of a nervous worried teenager girl. I’m just happy I have good people in my life, even if they are rarely there. I love myself for always.
i can’t help but separate ‘myself’ from the collective of humanity. i know in my heart that it isn’t what i want, but the effects of socialisation from a distinctly ‘individualist’ society are often much too strong for an individual to overcome.
The hardest subject of all to write about. I am comfortable in my own self for the first time in my life, at 37 years of age. I live for me, and no longer feel the need for the approval of others to validate myself. I have finally found a peace in myself that I never had before. It’s liberating.
Well Myself is a word one always like to talk about. Synonym for I, i guess it should be seldom used. There are a lot beautiful things to talk about rather than go tam tam about one’s own self.
The beauty is life is to talk least about myself and appreciate everything else.
I am myself. I don’t like it when I am not myself or feel that I am not being true to myself. Myself is my permanent home where my heart and soul reside.
Dude, what the hell? Why do you I want to write about myself.
This is a total waste of time. No joke. True story, bro.
So, I’m this guy, who lives in this place, who went to this site, on this computer, on this internet connection, from this place, where I live.
No, no, no. Enough about me. Tell me about YOU.
Oh, you say you don’t want to?
me myself and I. oh through the days… we three merrily walk about wondering, whispering, whistling. there are tears, there are laughs, but at the end of the day there is love. there is always love.
me myself and i, the clicked trio, ha i wrote clicked, indtead of cliched, maybe that’s more than chance, that we have multiple personalities on-line, for multiple friends, but facebook and linked in and myspace cause them all to collide
myself is a cracked and flawed mirror, an attracter, honey for the flies and poison for the rats. my self is something i don’t know, and i think someone else might like to.
i want to write a story about a girl who’s amazing, and beautiful, and unpretentious, and loved by everyone, but i don’t know where the words should come from any more, because i can’t see enough of her in my head to write her story.
i want to write about love and faith and wonder and higher powers and happiness.
i want to believe that if i knew i could not fail, i could do anything.
what would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?
from my rotting body flowers will grow, and i am in them and that is eternity.
well, i guess i should start off by saying that anything you see is as sweet as you see it. try to manipulate your mind with some common sense, and you’ll be so far beyond the stars that any fake gods would be jealous of your position.
Peekaboo.
short sexy crazy well now how now brown cow and a megalomanic in tights and turn out the lights don’t still for a minute and you might miss the greatest show on earth that never was staged and will be on all night so listen up and drink from this cup
Is this all there is? You should make it a word generator through which we can write about different topics back to back.
I patted myself on the back, not literally but figuratively. Now I knew how to mix xhanj from the home world with oxygen of this world. I wasn’t expecting such a reaction from both chemicals.
Everything in life has a seperate meaning. Love is the greatest of all. I need to be in his arms. I need to never be let go. I love hime and everything in life that has happiness. Live. Laugh. Love.
I wouldn’t guess it myself if I hadn’t known you were Irish. I always thought you were Japanese, But, now that I know your last name is O’mura, I totally understand that your Irish ancestry came through your Dad.
sometimes, i hate myself. i hate what’s hapenning to me right now. i want to change things but i dont know how. i want to cry, shout or scream.
I myself am a curious person who likes to look at my insides and outsides with curiosity and not judgment. I am not perfect but allow myself the room to explore and at times judge and at times free myself of the pressure and just say…it’s all good!
there is something beyond myself, somewhere out there. It is more important than what I am. it’s made of a number of things that I will never see, never know, but it lives. it breathes. it has live as i have life.
A truly beautiful vibrational being on my way to find the true me. In the form of everything that I want to be.
im sitting in my room, i feel bad about my mum. my boyfriends downstairs. downstairs is boring