Before I start on myself, I just want to say that I have this magical gift that allows me to be able to point out the flaws in everything. Everything. I really can't help it, and at times, it really fucking sucks. But as I meet new people, or even just walk down the street, I can't help but point out the flaws in everyone I see.
Same goes for meself, so I'll begin.
Mentally, I realize I'm too damned judgmental. Sure, I like it, but I know it's not right. However, I don't care. Which brings me to my next point, which is that I'm emotionally apathetic to just about everything. I simply don't care, because I can't find a logical, or a worthwhile reason to care. I'm egotistical, narcissistic, and a megalomaniac like you wouldn't fucking believe. But while I'm able to point these things out as wrong, I like them.
Physically, I've got quite a few scars. I'm never happy with my hair anymore. (Though most people say it looks fine, I just can't help but feel something is wrong with it. No idea where that's coming from.) My lips are always cracked, because I fucking hate chap stick. I'm color blind, so I get most colors wrong when I'm pointing something out.
These are relatively small, and while I can point them out as flaws, I like who I am. And while I may not be happy with my hair, I'm strangely apathetic towards it. (While I may have a lack of caring towards others, I fucking love myself.) I embrace my flaws because they make me... Me. I wouldn't change it for the world.
Besides, even with the few flaws that I have (if you can even justify them as flaws), I'm still better than the lot of you.
Same goes for meself, so I'll begin.
Mentally, I realize I'm too damned judgmental. Sure, I like it, but I know it's not right. However, I don't care. Which brings me to my next point, which is that I'm emotionally apathetic to just about everything. I simply don't care, because I can't find a logical, or a worthwhile reason to care. I'm egotistical, narcissistic, and a megalomaniac like you wouldn't fucking believe. But while I'm able to point these things out as wrong, I like them.
Physically, I've got quite a few scars. I'm never happy with my hair anymore. (Though most people say it looks fine, I just can't help but feel something is wrong with it. No idea where that's coming from.) My lips are always cracked, because I fucking hate chap stick. I'm color blind, so I get most colors wrong when I'm pointing something out.
These are relatively small, and while I can point them out as flaws, I like who I am. And while I may not be happy with my hair, I'm strangely apathetic towards it. (While I may have a lack of caring towards others, I fucking love myself.) I embrace my flaws because they make me... Me. I wouldn't change it for the world.
Besides, even with the few flaws that I have (if you can even justify them as flaws), I'm still better than the lot of you.