Me. I like me.

I see myself in you. I see myself in you. I see myself in you.

I don't like myself. I don't like myself.

Myself.

Myself.

Me!

I'll show you myself.

I would say to myself,

Blaming myself?

I told myself...

And I thought,

And so I ask myself,

Let me officially introduce myself.

I'm shadowing myself!

I even scare myself!

I know myself.

Psychiatrist.

My very breath.

I love a psychotic.

Myself, too.

I give myself

I cleaned myself up.

And I showed it to everyone.

Me?

My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

So she uncovered her prostitution, and uncovered her nakedness then my soul was alienated from her, like as my soul was alienated from her sister.

My soul is weary of my life I will leave my complaint upon myself I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother my soul is even as a weaned child.

So she discovered her whoredoms, and discovered her nakedness then my mind was alienated from her, like as my mind was alienated from her sister.

I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir, because I'm not myself, you know.

I thought, Great. Finally something I can relate to.

I have no psychiatrist, and I don't need a psychiatrist!

Why do I even care?

Let me correct myself.

And I asked myself, why?

So I asked myself

And I thought to myself,

I scared myself.

My. Own. Worst.

I'm speechless myself.

And I said to myself,

I know myself.

Take all myself.

I am testing myself.