More fancies of glory from myself. My composing is mundane, my reality see is illogical.
Most importantly, however, I see through the constant self-aggrandising how exhausting and sub optimal I am.
In the event that “Zevenarism” notices the act of New Year’s goals, maybe I can help myself out by making plans to be less unendurable.
I have no clue about what that would involve, yet it may take care of me.
The lone thing I know for certain is that I need to quit being so affected.
Furthermore, quit being so hopeless about everything.
Being me is intense.
It’s a ton of difficult work, and I’m simply not awesome at it.
It’s difficult to be the assortment of the whole universe.
I might be the most un-fascinating piece, I might be sub optimal, however for what reason does that make a difference if the entirety of my other predominant shards exist? I comprehend this analysis which I have exacted at myself. It’s actual, I am a disappointment inside and out. My words hurt, yet they ring accurate. Be that as it may, what else would one be able to anticipate from a simple human?