I’m not liking myself very much these days.
Why? Maybe because I really do enjoy the self-pity.
Maybe because I favor a hint of misery in my happiness.
Or maybe just because it’s easier to be the center of attention when you’re miserable.
I know myself quite well, I’ve had to spend a lot of time with the person I’ve become.
I’m nowhere near the best I can be, but I’ve got time, no?