i never understood how inconsiderate i was to others and how focused i was on myself, whilst also not really caring.
in my room, everything was about me.
in the comfort and presence of my family, me.
outside, in a world full of social-life and smiles, it was always me.
i couldn't help but make up scenarios in my head that would never come true, but everyone surely does that. i'd see an attractive boy and picture my whole life with him, wondering what his name was and ultimately never saw him again. we've all done that before, i'm no different, i accept that now.
i wish i were able to realise that when i was so self-conceited, but i'm glad i now know.
