Am I selfish?
I am selfish.
I am selfish because I want one day of my life to go as I plan it.
I am selfish because I am trying to be selfless.
I am selfish because I know what I should be thinking but I am thinking something else.
I am selfish.
A distasteful sour feeling of tingles in the end of my tongue and I try to swallow it down, to end its existence and pretend I never tasted it.
I am selfish.
I try to be a better person, to help other people and put myself last. But am I selfish for trying too hard to do this? Shouldn't be natural?
I am selfish.
I am struggling.
I am in pain.
I don't want to be myself anymore.
I want to dream a maladaptive daydream.
I want to be somebody else.
Somebody perfect.
I want everything to fall into place.
I want the girl I love to love me back.
I want everything to be how it was before.
I want to know where my life is going.
I want something good to come from my life.
But instead I drift.
I am thinking about myself again.
I am selfish.
