metta

I am nothing but an underachiever by choice.
My slim hands grab neither the sweet nor the bitter goods that the universe unravels for me.
Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years have past me by with nothing but a mere flickering light of what I may or may not be.
I am nonchalant when referring to myself by these terms.

Realism is a harsh term used by those who are too afraid to dream big.

Can't you see?
You are the most important person in your life, not mine.
I may be a narcissist but I am positive I am right.
I just proved my own point.

Shakiness sets in.