i am a selfish person
there really isn't much of a way around it
i do what i want, to who i want
i make excuses for it
because i need to take care of myself
why?
because of all the harsh backhands of steel life has dealt me?
fuck off
many people are clinically depressed
of course i blame myself
it's not fluctuation, it's pure vanity
don't get me wrong, i'm generous too
especially with my affections
and self-afflicting emotion
but i am selfish
i want to live alone
with abundance of service and whim
but that isn't fathomable reality
remember i'm needy, right?
my selfishness is petty
if fixates and consumes me
(like everything in my life)
from a fucking dress to a block of chocolate
to the right time to a secluded bavarian on the floor
next to my bed in the dark
wishing for everyone else to dissipate
into archived nothingness
i fill an endless void
i keep realising how I've fucked up my life
singlehandedly
but somehow you're the cunt