This is real. This is me.

When you look in the mirror, do you like what you see? Is this who you want to be? You might have a pretty face, but a beautiful personality is something you have to work towards. What is keeping you going? What directs your moral compass? What is your tragic story? These are all questions I ask myself everyday. The sob story gets old fast. I know I have a good life, but I like to play the victim more than I care to admit. There's so much more to me than people care to figure out. Being ridiculously good-looking and having a good personality doesn't make anyone feel any less alone. I'm tired of this man vs. self fight. I just need to be surrounded by a utopian environment where I can be good all the time. I know my faults and I'm trying to change. I'm quiet and I won't let anybody in all the way. It's a self-preservation thing. I overanalyze everything. I let my emotions get the best of me. You were just somebody that held my hand during a sad movie. I couldn't even bring myself to admit I loved you even as a friend. I'm too competitive for my own good. I refuse to admit defeat. I think I'm always right. I rarely apologize and mean it. I need to come out on top because I'm tired of people who already have the world at their fingertips always winning every battle. This is something I believe in more so than anybody else. My heart's in the right place.