Looking in retrospect through a kaleidescope
Today is day 5,293 of my life.
I am sick of who I am. I despise my own reflection. No, not because I think I am ugly, or because I think I am fat, but because I am me. Every morning, I contemplate punching the mirror so hard that my personality bleeds out from my knuckles. Every morning, I contemplate bleeding my personality out of me. I have tried to exorcise my own opinions, my own beliefs away from my body, but so far it hasn't worked yet. I have peeled the thin layers of epithelial tissue right off of my face in hopes of changing myself. I think the problem is, you can not change yourself if you do not know who you are. I do not know what I look like, therefore I can not change my appearance. To some people I am pretty, to others I am ugly; I haven't really decided for myself yet. Today is day 5,293 of my life.
I have made no positive progression since day one.
I am sick of who I am. I despise my own reflection. No, not because I think I am ugly, or because I think I am fat, but because I am me. Every morning, I contemplate punching the mirror so hard that my personality bleeds out from my knuckles. Every morning, I contemplate bleeding my personality out of me. I have tried to exorcise my own opinions, my own beliefs away from my body, but so far it hasn't worked yet. I have peeled the thin layers of epithelial tissue right off of my face in hopes of changing myself. I think the problem is, you can not change yourself if you do not know who you are. I do not know what I look like, therefore I can not change my appearance. To some people I am pretty, to others I am ugly; I haven't really decided for myself yet. Today is day 5,293 of my life.
I have made no positive progression since day one.