myself

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

Good lord, what have I gotten myself into?

I prefer having sex with myself rather than with someone who wants something instead.

A Writer is Actor, Creator, Director & Producer Of HIS Life. Ask ME anything.

Sometimes I forget myself in a book. And when i have to stop reading it takes me a minute to remember where I am. Or who I am.

I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well, a contradiction I never figured out.

I'm accustomed to toxicity and can__ control myself when I__ near it.

Knowing you, I understood myself.

In searching for myself, I have created myself.

In search of myself, I have created myself.

I want to sleep. To find a safe place somewhere, and close my eyes, and rest, like an animal. That is what I am. An animal. Living from moment to moment, day to day, trying to make sense of the world in which I find myself.

I am what I am and the world only makes me better!

I may not be perfect for you or the world but guess what I'm not perfect for myself either. I'm dead to you and the world just as I'm dead to myself.-p.b

No, I am not powerful nor do I wish to be, for it is God using my weakness that makes me potent and I would never wish to surrender that.

Living in this skin is hard and painful, most of the times, because I never volunteered to take this on. The daily sacrifice of heart over mind,the forever ongoing task of explaining this and that,and why I don__ want to look like this and be like thatbut still here I am and if this is the body I__e been given I__ sure as hell gonna make it work.

I am cleaning my home but I don't clean my mind.

How can I give up stalking when I have a family to feed? Get a job? I don't want to work for you, your work makes me puke, do you understand? This is the way I figure it: if a man works with you, he is always working for one of you, he is a slave and nothing else. And I always wanted to be myself, on my own, so that I could spit at you all, at your boredom and despair.

WHEN I WAS LOST IN DARKNESS,I FELT MYSELF LIKE ARMLESS,MY HEART BECOME HOPELESS,ALL I HAD WAS MY WEAKNESS,TILL I FIND MORNING BRIGHTNESS