Identity?

"Picture yourself torn between two worlds. In a frustrating battle.
Who you are - and who you want to be."

I love myself. Idk what other words can describe this insane affection.
Harharharharharh....

Not. Another year of awful thoughts with awful memories and awful negativity. ):x

She.

She views the world with such honour and pride.
She skims through the crowd and criticize,
picking at each one then looking at herself.
Her arms embraces the fantasies in her head.
Her smile is like the sweet sun pouring on a land of tanned bodies   ...trying too hard
-no, it burns.
But they don't know her..
She is complicated and unpredictable.
She hates you,
She loves you
Hypocrite.
Music is her passion.
The world sees and offers her so many great things.
She can blow away Albert Einstein with her wildest imaginations.
Burden.
Suffer.
Comes.
she says "do your own thing" as wise as she is -
Her dreams fade away.
But she doesn't give up
mentally