What makes me Me would take days of constant talking to explain. I’m a conflicted person at battle with my nostalgia. (I aspire to be as astute as Hunter S. Thompson, with the magnanimity to not fear failure but embrace it.) I’m constantly in turmoil because I forget about me and spend all my time thinking of others. I kill things for a living then have to negate or equalise that negativity with something creative like a carving or nurturing a row of cabbages. I’m a sensitive altruist, who bears a heavy burden. You know you must be mad when you can hold a long silent conversation between two conflicting characters in your head. I have been denied a family on several occasions. Tragedies.
inspired by Joseph Kelly