I’m outchea thinking “How am I gonna start this blog? What’s my opening line gonna be?”
“It’s a Sunday, a lazy one…”
… Thinking… “Shit, it can’t sound corny”
Then I’m like “phuck it! This is not supposed to sound poetic and shit, just type”
That’s how I landed here.
It’s amazing that what happened when I started posting on here was part of the conversation Me and I had about 30mins ago. Over-thinking.
Me hates the fact that I is such an over-analyst. Me feels that I is setting her back because of it.
Me thinks I is a lazy over-thinker and said something so heart-breaking after that statement.
Me: “Laziness and Over-thinking are rivals with you and they, themselves are rivals. They don’t mix at all. They are worst when they occupy the same space: Your mind! That’s why you’re stuck here right now, I.”
That was just too trill for I. Too damn trill. You know why? Cause I knew it was true.
Me went on to saying:
“I’m not here to bring you down. I’m just here to be real with you (Since you’re failing to be real with yourself) and unfortunately at this point in your life, you have no say over that.”
Now, I is one person that finds it hard to submit but this was Me talking. Me has never been that real with I. Yes, I was in shock but I didn’t even think of arguing it because it sounded and felt right. Who goes against that?
The rest of the things Me said to I cannot be disclosed at this point.
I almost cried though, that’s how deep me went in on I.
I and Me see this as a journey. What should they title it?
“You Define Your Own PERFECT” – Charleen Mahery