The woman was pretty. Boring. She never thought of herself. Always with her heart in the opposite place, Mine was, I know that.. I miss that. Little miss heartless. And now, I find out.
There are only a few people left who remember me when I was very young. A couple of cousins, That I get to see once every 50 years. My bad, I’m sure. But my brother, Is the only one. From the very beginning. The other brother and two “parents”.. Have left the building. So it’s me an Jer. At the moment.
So, I’m a narcissist? With an inferiority complex. That doesn’t care. About anyone Other than himself. Or is it the other way around? too much. In reverse. So YOU feel comfortable? I am not sure if that’s the definition. But I am OK. And you are not.
Just logic I see…....................................