All I care about is being beautiful and being rich and doing drugs.

But I also care about plants and animals, and living off the land, and being a decent person who always goes out of her way to make others comfortable.

I want a b*** job and laser hair removal and extensions and to work out incessantly, to have the eating disorder i’ve never had the self control to have.

But I want to finesse my musical skills, travel the world and understand other cultures and become educated in ways the average person is not, in order to use that knowledge to benefit others.

I hate people so much, and I believe in population control, abortion, drug testing welfare recipients, and sterilizing people who fail IQ and personality benchmarks so they don’t produce more idiots. I dream of a violent fight, in which I kick someone’s a**. I dream of becoming strong, flexible and agile.

I want to be gracious and personable, well liked and trusted by others to do a great job at work.

I want to be everyone’s friend but I don’t even like them. I talk badly about most people.

I contain multitudes…… multitides of contradictions. Am I good or bad? Vain or selfless? Mostly, do I even care….? There’s no pleasing other people, there is only pleasing yourself, and that’s the hardest thing to do.