I keep myself humble by messing up all the time.

I need to start hiding my money from myself.

Being sober would be a lot easier if I liked myself.

Sometimes I get really mad at myself, but not like mad enough to fight myself or anything like that.

Hey girl, do you like my signals? I mixed them myself.

I used to be cool and now I say things like “It’s so loud in here, I can’t hear myself think”.

My superpower is embarrassing myself.

Imagine hating me and i’m just over here doing a much better job at hating myself than any of y’all could do.

That uncontrollable urge to hurt myself and others when a film’s subtitles are slightly out of sync.

“It can’t get any worse than this”, I lie to myself knowing it will absolutely get worse.

“It could be drugs,” I tell myself as I buy more books.

I asked myself if I was toxic and we said no.

“Still gangsta” I whisper to myself as I drink my chamomile tea with a heating pad on my back.

Imagine hating me and I’m just over here hating myself.

Gaslighting myself into thinking I’m in a good mood.

I wouldn’t describe myself as an “adult”, per se. More like a “long child”.

Phone so dry, I caught myself checking the weather.

When I say I’m Christmas shopping the “for myself” is silent.

I like to think of myself as an onion. Peel back the many layers and deep down inside you’ll find a smaller, more anxious onion.

I like riding by myself so I can replay 1 song 111 times with no complaints.