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Follow the bandwagon down its dirt road and jump aboard.
I empathize with serial killers and drink my tea with a spike of Picasso's favorite wine.
I could give my name, but that would be irrelevant, as it does not establish my personality, nor does it even hint at who I am. My name is but a label stitched upon this fleshed sac of bones, organs, blood, and veins.
So, who am I? I am a well put-together mess, like a room with an overflowing closet but a clean floor. Every day my imperfections evoke an innumerable amount of mistakes, which leaves me submerged uncomfortably in regret and embarrassment- like a fish in filthy water. My compunctious humiliation then causes waves from my overflowing closet to rise. They tumble and assault me, but awkwardly I swim on, sickly, but swiftly.
As I continue to swim on obstinately, people breast-stroke and doggy-paddle in a different direction, which again leaves me clasped by the claw of regret’s undertow. I’m malevolent, undiplomatic, and choleric. It is because of those characteristics that I live in solitude. Although the constant isolation causes me to be filled with antagonizing loneliness, my unyielding nature makes it impossible for me to alter my behavior. In time, with a tail of fury and fins sleek with a coat of determination, I manage to release myself from the riptide. Unaided, I continue..
Bloated with pride, I reject the idea of doctoring my flaws. Although their vivid existence results in the incapability of creating relationships with others, never will I attempt to enshroud them with the façade of community's "perfect" mold. Selfishly, I will swim on in society’s waters and pollute them with my self-glorification.
Darling, do not mind the girl whose mind is but a mumble. She'll only fill your head with the words you wish to be said.
