I swagger.

Self centered and Arrogant, Speaking highly of Myself,

Full of self loathing, Feelings of inadequacy

And the usual unimportance.

My thoughts seem to race, i'm easily distracted

-feelings of necessary talkativeness-

There's a constant drive to bedoingsomething,

To be productive, you know, but then i'm...

staring blankly... into space...

And I have these expectations of neglect and pity from others

And i think i'm actually unable to accept a compliment.

I focus on criticism and am convinced that people despise me.

I THINK THERE'S SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME, eating it's way out

I may very well be deteriorating.

Feelings of being driven, carried by some kind of force,

Carry me to you. I want to fix you.

Make you better. Repair you.

Uhm, i wear a mask and assume identities.

I don't really know who i am.