brooding
In the true essence of narcissism, each successive problem I hear feeds the need to dwell on my own. Only tears carry an alternative to ashen eyes and anxious nail-biting .
Why doesn't he think of me?
Why can't I stop?
There is no excuse for such self-loathing that friends must feed your selfishness.
But, can one find perseverance in an empty well?
Or be motivated to look for it?
(Something make me do anything but brood
Why doesn't he think of me?
Why can't I stop?
There is no excuse for such self-loathing that friends must feed your selfishness.
But, can one find perseverance in an empty well?
Or be motivated to look for it?
(Something make me do anything but brood