i am just simple, compliacted, in love, i live in claifornia. my lover lives in washington. dintanceeeeeeeee. oh jesus. i think thisis just stressing me out more than it should. i love sleep. and my bed. and enlighs, and poetry. and art. and music. and katenash is whats on right now. i hear the shower. i am noboyd, a i am you, i am me, i am this.
morgan
Yikes. What a horrible word to write about. Don’t even like to think about it. Myself seems so secretive, shameful, ugly. Can’t we talk about you instead? Really, how are you? Me? fine, fine. Yes, I suppose I do have some esteem issues.
maureen
I’ve been trying to figure myself out. What makes me tick, why I don’t just up and change my job, my life, my location. I lost myself over the past year and need to find me again.
Teri
I’d like to tell myself that I’m really stronger than I am. Yet there are times when I am quite sure that I don’t want to be alone, independant — all these things that signal female virtues in this ever changing world.
I don’t want to be alone anymore, I don’t want to be by myself.
Hold me, I wish to be with you, be we friends or lovers.
Samie
A difficult problem. The beginning and end of it all. And all of it.
Pritam
This is a hard one. Myself.. it’s a sense of who you are. Myself is an entity of a being, a human girl, who has lived 14 earth years, almost 15. Myself is confused as to what to write. Myself… my self… almost redundant within itself when you think about it.
Sarah
I don’t really know why, but when I hear “myself” I want to die. I hate being selfish. I hate hearing others complain or cry in pain. It kills me. So, I hate “myself.”
Angellica Sterling
I don’t care enough about myself. At least not as much as everyone cares about themselves. All people ever talk about is themselves and I’m the one always listening to them talk about it. No one cares about anything else but themselves. Frankly, I’m tired of it.
Annette Arceneaux
Myself. There are so many things I could say about me. Yet, I will only do a few. Caring. Hardheaded. And mean. Some qualities people just won’t understand. But, only myself will.
Ravensomeone.
big wang big thangs poppin chanpange rap sucks im sick though fuck the world smoke marlboros drink a whole lot, fuck broads, love the ones who deserve it be happy. stay in college as long as you can clean your room ill make you breakfast for 2 bucks. seriously. 610 716 4742 call me
Devon
myself, wow what to even say. at one point i thought i knew who i was. at one point i thought i knew everything. now all i know about anything is nothing, and all i know about myself is that i know nothing, and I’m not even so sure about that. I guess its pretty funny. Myself, myself, myself. who is that?
Melanie
myself, wow what to even say. at one point i thought i knew who i was. at one point i thought i knew everything. now all i know about anything is nothing, and all i know about myself is that i know nothing, and I’m not even so sure about that. I guess its pretty funny. Myself, myself, myself. who is that?
Melanie
myself, I consider myself as an individual, nay a human being. Although to the greater scheme of things I am but a miniscule speck in what can only be described as a gargantuan tapestry. However, I am what I am and proud of it.
Gavin
i like to put others before myself. this is how i find happiness in life. making others happy is what makes my life worth living.
jj
I am unique, just like everyone one else. Me, myself and I are just like You, yourself, and you.
Rachel
mummy to aqidd
wife to azlan
student to my professor
daughter to my mama
bestfriend to oa and cpah
friend to my friends..a lot of them
ejabaik
i am me that is in all the everywhat. we are pieces of a glass broken on the knee of god. we are is what we are can’t. we find in each other the who that we are, and struggle with the rest.
April
i am some one who cares for others feelings.me as a person want to change the world.i am calm cool and curious.
sayak
I think I love myself, I mean we should all love ourselves, Right? But sometimes it’s just to damn hard. We teach our kids to love themselves. But we are failures in doing so. Oh well. . .
Nicole
not me. just blah. don’t know. confused. loved. heart on sleeve. in love. not in love. in love with too many people. too many things. harlan. jordan. tiffany. everything. nothing. all together.
shelby
I enjoy from time to time a solitary walk, just myself and a cup of coffee for company. I walk quickly and enjoy the sensation of my legs flexing and stretching over miles of pavement, but I feel myself to be little more than a wanderer.
ana
me? well you don’t know anything about me. You don’t know who i am, what i do,what i like. Even if i were to tell you all about myself. i’d lie.
hell i’d leave alot of stuff out.
Yu don’t know the real me. You never will. No one ever will. I probably won’t even know who i am.
i hate myself. deeply, profoundly. i wish i wasn’t who i am. i wish i was the girl over there. the baby on the other side of the world. i am my own worst enemy. i destroy myself and somehow, this is all part of learning to live with myself.
anais
me myself and I
there’s never alone time because one of the three is always here
the thought of one of the three are always interrupting the thoughts of the others and there’s no escape
none
never
just
me myself and I
forever
Heidi
I write about myself constantly, that is, if I write it is “about myself,” and people tire of hearing it or thinking of reading it or of knowing that the ceasless production of stories “about the self” come out of me like a rag, like a belt, like an ornery thesaurus.
Ann Bogle
Myself: a percusion of ryhtmes, music notes, and enchanting words of who I am – who I will be – who I hope to be. Myself, an engimatic illusion to those around me, will never catch the dreams of others, will never be settled by others, or put down. I am me. I am myself. I will never lie down.
Ana
My name is Paul and I live in France. I love music and play different instruments too. I also love extreme sports and I practice snowboarding, surfing and wakeboarding pretty well. My ambition in life is to become a pilot as flying is one of my passions.
Paul Lange
soy una persona muy pensativa, tu crees, me falta espontaneidad, salir de esta carcel mental que me hace ser my monotono
ernesto
I feel like I am getting nowhere. Every day I look into the mirror and think to myself what is this? Why am I doing this?! I just want to be me and not have to go through the motions. I can do anything without silly papers and useless degrees. Why don’t people see that?
Michelle
I’ve never really wanted to get to know myself.
Ananda
i’ve already spent the first five seconds just sitting here trying to think about what to write about myself, or the word ‘myself.’ all i really need is some fucking peace. some space. always in my face. always loud. he’s the only person that turns me into a child, rocking back and forth and humming with my hands over my ears. ‘you’re not a fucking child, ashley.’
ashley
I am married and the mother of a darling boy. I sometimes pretend I’m not happy because I’m not comfortable with being happy. I can blame my mother but really it’s my own shit. I can be lazy and I can be selfish but generally I think I’m a kind and loving person. My husband loves me
Tammy
One day i was sitting on a bus platform waiting for a bus,when some nervous jitering pile of goo bumps into me and says…who do you think you are? and i said..
Shane
I’m all by myself, there’s nothing I can do about it. I could certainly spend time lounging in my house, staring into mirrors trying to depict some sort of lovliness from my image. But what use will that serve me? There’s a purpose for everything, but for myself? I leave it alone.
Molly Olsen
I’m all by myself, there’s nothing I can do about it. I could certainly spend time lounging in my house, staring into mirrors trying to depict some sort of lovliness from my image. But what use will that serve me? There’s a purpose for everything, but for myself? I leave it alone.
Molly Olsen
me myself and i
the only ones here right now
cuz he can’t muster up the courage to face his damn fears
and now i’m left all alone
trying to figure out how i can get through this
as if things weren’t difficult already
he was my outlet
he IS my outlet
the one thing that keeps me sane
and now, i’m just tired, aching, and done
why don’t u just stick a fork in me??
figures…we were supposed to bake today….
andy Ell
I love video games. I am a programmer, or am taking a course in school. I consider myself to be a good guy, and have learned how to be one throughout my years.
Michael Merson
today sleep stayed around, hovered just over my head as if it couldn’t leave, lacing itself in my eyelids, placing it’s soft, bloated hand on my head as if a healer, as if a priest. Oh, let me drink from this chalice more than once.
i am just simple, compliacted, in love, i live in claifornia. my lover lives in washington. dintanceeeeeeeee. oh jesus. i think thisis just stressing me out more than it should. i love sleep. and my bed. and enlighs, and poetry. and art. and music. and katenash is whats on right now. i hear the shower. i am noboyd, a i am you, i am me, i am this.
Yikes. What a horrible word to write about. Don’t even like to think about it. Myself seems so secretive, shameful, ugly. Can’t we talk about you instead? Really, how are you? Me? fine, fine. Yes, I suppose I do have some esteem issues.
I’ve been trying to figure myself out. What makes me tick, why I don’t just up and change my job, my life, my location. I lost myself over the past year and need to find me again.
I’d like to tell myself that I’m really stronger than I am. Yet there are times when I am quite sure that I don’t want to be alone, independant — all these things that signal female virtues in this ever changing world.
I don’t want to be alone anymore, I don’t want to be by myself.
Hold me, I wish to be with you, be we friends or lovers.
A difficult problem. The beginning and end of it all. And all of it.
This is a hard one. Myself.. it’s a sense of who you are. Myself is an entity of a being, a human girl, who has lived 14 earth years, almost 15. Myself is confused as to what to write. Myself… my self… almost redundant within itself when you think about it.
I don’t really know why, but when I hear “myself” I want to die. I hate being selfish. I hate hearing others complain or cry in pain. It kills me. So, I hate “myself.”
I don’t care enough about myself. At least not as much as everyone cares about themselves. All people ever talk about is themselves and I’m the one always listening to them talk about it. No one cares about anything else but themselves. Frankly, I’m tired of it.
Myself. There are so many things I could say about me. Yet, I will only do a few. Caring. Hardheaded. And mean. Some qualities people just won’t understand. But, only myself will.
big wang big thangs poppin chanpange rap sucks im sick though fuck the world smoke marlboros drink a whole lot, fuck broads, love the ones who deserve it be happy. stay in college as long as you can clean your room ill make you breakfast for 2 bucks. seriously. 610 716 4742 call me
myself, wow what to even say. at one point i thought i knew who i was. at one point i thought i knew everything. now all i know about anything is nothing, and all i know about myself is that i know nothing, and I’m not even so sure about that. I guess its pretty funny. Myself, myself, myself. who is that?
myself, wow what to even say. at one point i thought i knew who i was. at one point i thought i knew everything. now all i know about anything is nothing, and all i know about myself is that i know nothing, and I’m not even so sure about that. I guess its pretty funny. Myself, myself, myself. who is that?
myself, I consider myself as an individual, nay a human being. Although to the greater scheme of things I am but a miniscule speck in what can only be described as a gargantuan tapestry. However, I am what I am and proud of it.
i like to put others before myself. this is how i find happiness in life. making others happy is what makes my life worth living.
I am unique, just like everyone one else. Me, myself and I are just like You, yourself, and you.
mummy to aqidd
wife to azlan
student to my professor
daughter to my mama
bestfriend to oa and cpah
friend to my friends..a lot of them
i am me that is in all the everywhat. we are pieces of a glass broken on the knee of god. we are is what we are can’t. we find in each other the who that we are, and struggle with the rest.
i am some one who cares for others feelings.me as a person want to change the world.i am calm cool and curious.
I think I love myself, I mean we should all love ourselves, Right? But sometimes it’s just to damn hard. We teach our kids to love themselves. But we are failures in doing so. Oh well. . .
not me. just blah. don’t know. confused. loved. heart on sleeve. in love. not in love. in love with too many people. too many things. harlan. jordan. tiffany. everything. nothing. all together.
I enjoy from time to time a solitary walk, just myself and a cup of coffee for company. I walk quickly and enjoy the sensation of my legs flexing and stretching over miles of pavement, but I feel myself to be little more than a wanderer.
me? well you don’t know anything about me. You don’t know who i am, what i do,what i like. Even if i were to tell you all about myself. i’d lie.
hell i’d leave alot of stuff out.
Yu don’t know the real me. You never will. No one ever will. I probably won’t even know who i am.
srong patient scared from lonelyness idiotic sweet cute pretty funny creative imaginative bighearted
i’m sorry
i hate myself. deeply, profoundly. i wish i wasn’t who i am. i wish i was the girl over there. the baby on the other side of the world. i am my own worst enemy. i destroy myself and somehow, this is all part of learning to live with myself.
me myself and I
there’s never alone time because one of the three is always here
the thought of one of the three are always interrupting the thoughts of the others and there’s no escape
none
never
just
me myself and I
forever
I write about myself constantly, that is, if I write it is “about myself,” and people tire of hearing it or thinking of reading it or of knowing that the ceasless production of stories “about the self” come out of me like a rag, like a belt, like an ornery thesaurus.
Myself: a percusion of ryhtmes, music notes, and enchanting words of who I am – who I will be – who I hope to be. Myself, an engimatic illusion to those around me, will never catch the dreams of others, will never be settled by others, or put down. I am me. I am myself. I will never lie down.
My name is Paul and I live in France. I love music and play different instruments too. I also love extreme sports and I practice snowboarding, surfing and wakeboarding pretty well. My ambition in life is to become a pilot as flying is one of my passions.
soy una persona muy pensativa, tu crees, me falta espontaneidad, salir de esta carcel mental que me hace ser my monotono
I feel like I am getting nowhere. Every day I look into the mirror and think to myself what is this? Why am I doing this?! I just want to be me and not have to go through the motions. I can do anything without silly papers and useless degrees. Why don’t people see that?
I’ve never really wanted to get to know myself.
i’ve already spent the first five seconds just sitting here trying to think about what to write about myself, or the word ‘myself.’ all i really need is some fucking peace. some space. always in my face. always loud. he’s the only person that turns me into a child, rocking back and forth and humming with my hands over my ears. ‘you’re not a fucking child, ashley.’
I am married and the mother of a darling boy. I sometimes pretend I’m not happy because I’m not comfortable with being happy. I can blame my mother but really it’s my own shit. I can be lazy and I can be selfish but generally I think I’m a kind and loving person. My husband loves me
One day i was sitting on a bus platform waiting for a bus,when some nervous jitering pile of goo bumps into me and says…who do you think you are? and i said..
I’m all by myself, there’s nothing I can do about it. I could certainly spend time lounging in my house, staring into mirrors trying to depict some sort of lovliness from my image. But what use will that serve me? There’s a purpose for everything, but for myself? I leave it alone.
I’m all by myself, there’s nothing I can do about it. I could certainly spend time lounging in my house, staring into mirrors trying to depict some sort of lovliness from my image. But what use will that serve me? There’s a purpose for everything, but for myself? I leave it alone.
me myself and i
the only ones here right now
cuz he can’t muster up the courage to face his damn fears
and now i’m left all alone
trying to figure out how i can get through this
as if things weren’t difficult already
he was my outlet
he IS my outlet
the one thing that keeps me sane
and now, i’m just tired, aching, and done
why don’t u just stick a fork in me??
figures…we were supposed to bake today….
I love video games. I am a programmer, or am taking a course in school. I consider myself to be a good guy, and have learned how to be one throughout my years.
today sleep stayed around, hovered just over my head as if it couldn’t leave, lacing itself in my eyelids, placing it’s soft, bloated hand on my head as if a healer, as if a priest. Oh, let me drink from this chalice more than once.