I am us in the universe. I am a statistic in this country. I am an asshole in the eyes of assholes. I am the shoulder you need to cry on.
The only thing that makes me, me is me. Electrical signals darting back and forth in the brain or something. The only thing I have really mastered in life is money. Virtually every other aspect of my life has failed. So I live a totally meaningless life. It is kind of cool.
i think what makes me, me is something inside me that i don't share with anyone else. and i hold onto that when i feel pressured to fit into some stupid box people want to put me in. a lot of my thoughts and actions are very contradictory, so i dont ever feel like i fit a particular group of people. i love who i am though. and that makes me happy and confident and able to love other people.
I am out of control and all over the place... restless, fearless, emotional, insane, impulsive, filled with love, outgoing, real, stubborn, sleepless, happy, sad, passionate ... I'm up there and nowhere. I'm me.
Self is something not real. Self is a thought. *********************** "whoooo are you, who... who. Oh, whoooooo are you, who, who..."