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December 28, 2011

I am me, and that's all I can be.


My lips are always dry and scarred, a bad habit of biting them that I have yet to break.

I'm constantly looking for new things to do, the next thing to make, often without completing what I have already started.

I want to be bigger than I am, even though I think the idea of fame ridiculous.

I get self concious when others take my picture, so if I want a picture of myself I often have to do it myself. Yet that makes me feel like a narcissist.

I speak two languages, though the second (French) is rusty. I know I should study more and practice but I don't.

I am who I am and noo one and nothing can change that. I love who I am and have difficulty understanding when other people don't like themselves. In the beginning, through the toughest times and in the end, even if no one else is, you're going to be there for yourself. Why not love that person?

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