god i wish i had some semblance of a redeeming quality.
i am just reused parts, recycled traits that i thought looked good on other people and wanted to try on for myself.
i wish i was the original "quirky" but i am different in a normal way, or perhaps normal in a different way.
i am all sad eyes and bleeding hearts, a self-proclaimed sensitive soul.
(i'm sure theres thousands.)

some days, i am on top of the world.
i scream conceited, the only thing that phases me is the world's inability to recognize my greatness.
i dont hate myself, i hate the world for not fitting around me the way i want it to.