I am so fat.
I need to stop losing weight.
I am ugly.
I can’t be that ugly; I’ve had too many handsome and beautiful lovers.
I can’t post selfies for validation, because look at the state of it…
I like you seeing my face.
My face is a flaw and I should hide my flaws.
I have pretty eyes. And eyelashes, if you can count that kind of thing.
I am unsexy and disgusting.
I am pretty fucking hot.
Why would anyone want to see me naked?
I kept the photos of me, in case he needed them again.
I cringe every time I scroll past them; I never even had the courage to play the video back.
I made the video.
I made the fucking video. It will never be seen.
I don’t care; I enjoyed it.
My thoughts are impure and dirty.
I have beautiful thoughts.
My thoughts will kill me and send me to hell.
My thoughts are fucking heavenly.
I am to blame.
I am innocent.
I don’t take myself seriously enough.
I take myself too seriously.
I am stand-offish.
At least I’m polite about it.
I’m just so fucking shy.
Leave me alone.
Please don’t ever leave.
I don’t need you.
Please adore me.
I’m totally worthless.
I’m actually quite arrogant.
I’m a hack.
I’m actually alright.
My voice surprises me.
I’m honestly not surprised.
I’m too scared to speak.
I’m yelling from the bloody rooftops.
Someone likes me – I must destroy it.
I destroyed something – I must fix it.
I can’t fix it – burn it all and salt the earth.
Cradle the ashes – lament that which is lost.
There is no hope.
There is always hope.
My heart is a Frankenstein’s monster of stitched-up pieces.
My heart is pinned onto my sleeve.
I am sour, bitter.
I am sweet.
I am a fucking liar.
I am pathetically honest.
I am pretty liberal.
I am pretty conservative.
(Voting is hard.)
I am incredibly stupid.
I might be quite clever.
I am uneducated and dumb.
I know many things – some of them are even useful!
I don’t read enough.
I own literally hundreds of books.
I am a waste of everyone’s time.
I think I deserve a moment or two.
I can’t control my emotions.
My emotions are safely contained.
I have no meaningful emotions.
I don’t want them anyway.
I don’t believe a word you say.
Please don’t stop speaking.
Life is just meaningless waves of energy.
Life is just meaningful waves of energy.
You can’t win with me.
You can’t lose, either.